12 WRITTEN IN JUICE OF LEMON. Whene'er then you come hither, that shall be "Tis you the best of seasons with you bring; This is for beasts, and that for men, the Spring. WRITTEN IN JUICE OF LEMON. WHILST what I write I do not see, I dare thus, even to you, write poetry. How much it does thy power excel, And the last fire their truth must try, Go then, but reverently go, And, since thou needs must sin, confess it too: Confess 't, and with humility clothe thy shame; For thou, who else must burned be An heretic, if she pardon thee, But, if her wisdom grow severe, And suffer not her goodness to be there; WRITTEN IN JUICE OF LEMON. If her large mercies cruelly' it restrain ; A more gentle ordeal fire, And bid her by Love's flames read it again. 13 Strange power of heat! thou yet dost show A sudden paint adorns the trees, So, nothing yet in thee is seen; But, when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an A, and there a B, Here sprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows. Still, silly paper! thou wilt think That all this might as well be writ with ink : Oh, no; there's sense in this, and mystery— Thou now mayst change thy author's name, And to her hand lay noble claim; For, as she reads, she makes, the words in thee. Yet-if thine own unworthiness Will still that thou art mine, not hers confess— Consume thyself with fire before her eyes, And so her grace or pity move: The Gods, though beasts they do not love, Yet like them when they're burnt in sacrifice. I'AVE often wish'd to love; what I ask not one in whom all be. บล Desire takes wings and stag ++ Thy beauties therefore wrong Bestow thy beauty then on me, I'll fix thy title next in fame pay: What all thy wondrous beauties are, All women shall together rise, Men straight shall cast their eyes on thee, THE SPRING. THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say As if they sung to pleasure you: I saw a rose-bud ope this morn-I'll swear |