'Tis never, or but seldom known,
Power and peace to keep one throne.
789. TO HIS DEAR VALENTINE, MISTRESS
MARGARET FALCONBRIDGE.
Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set
A gem in this eternal coronet:
'Twas rich before, but since your name is down
It sparkles now like Ariadne's crown.
Blaze by this sphere for ever: or this do,
Let me and it shine evermore by you.
790. TO OENONE.
Sweet Oenone, do but say
Love thou dost, though love says nay.
Speak me fair; for lovers be
Gently kill'd by flattery.
791. VERSES.
Who will not honour noble numbers, when
Verses out-live the bravest deeds of men?
792. HAPPINESS.
That happiness does still the longest thrive,
Where joys and griefs have turns alternative.