A Quiet Soul
THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull’d asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time’s unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem’d all calm as its last breath.
A still tranquillity so hush’d thy breast,
As if some Halcyon were its guest,
And there had built her nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.
JOHN CUTTS, LORD CUTTS
1661-1707
Song
ONLY tell her that I love:
Leave the rest to her and Fate:
Some kind planet from above
May perhaps her pity move:
Lovers on their stars must wait.—
Only tell her that I love!
Why, O why should I despair!
Mercy’s pictured in her eye:
If she once vouchsafe to hear,
Welcome Hope and farewell Fear!
She’s too good to let me die.—
Why, O why should I despair?
MATTHEW PRIOR
1664-1721