And the brown, red, and purple blended.
I remain, sir, &c.
Jerry Blossom.
Paddington,
December.
Garrick Plays.
No. XLIV.
[From “Blurt, Master Constable:” a Comedy by T. Middleton, 1602.]
Lover kept awake by Love.
Ah! how can I sleep? he, who truly loves,
Burns out the day in idle fantasies;
And when the lamb bleating doth bid good night
Unto the closing day, then tears begin
To keep quick time unto the owl, whose voice
Shrieks like the bellman in the lover’s ears:
Love’s eye the jewel of sleep oh! seldom wears.
The early lark is waken’d from her bed,
Being only by Love’s plaints disquieted;
And singing in the morning’s ear she weeps,
Being deep in love, at Lovers’ broken sleeps.
But say a golden slumber chance to tie
With silken strings the cover of Love’s eye;
Then dreams, magician-like, mocking present
Pleasures, whose fading leaves more discontent.
Violetta comes to seek her Husband at the house of a Curtizan.
Violetta.—Imperia, the Curtizan.