"It fhall not fure be faid that thou didst die, Then piercing her sad breast, "I come!" she cries, And death for ever clos'd her weeping eyes. Her foul being fled to its eternal reft, Her father comes, and, feeing this, he falls To th' earth, with grief too great to be exprest: Whofe doleful words my tir'd Muse me calls T'o'erpafs; which I most gladly do, for fear That I fhould toil too much the reader's ear. SIR, M Y childish Mufe is in her fpring, and yet Can only fhew fome budding of her wit. How foon will they grow fruit! how fresh appear! Your moft dutiful Scholar, ABR. COWLEY. PYRAMUS PYRAMUS AND THIS BE. WH 'HEN Babylon's high walls erected were The Queen of Love lefs lovely was than fhe: The all-fubduing God his bow doth bend, Like as a bird, which in a net is ta'en, Thefe Thefe lovers, though their parents did reprove Their fires, and watch'd their deeds with jealoufy; Though in these storms no comfort could remove The various doubts and fears that cool hot love; Though he nor her's, nor fhe his face could fee, Yet this could not abolish Love's decree; For age had crack'd the wall which did them part; This the unanimate couple foon did spy, And here their inward forrows did impart, Unlading the fad burthen of their heart. Though Love be blind, this fhews he can defcry A way to leffen his own mifery. Oft to the friendly cranny they resort, And feed themselves with the celeftial air They could enjoy; yet think the time but short, To fuck each other's breath for ever there. This in effect they said; " Curs'd wall! O why "That nought but angry death can them remove; "And though he part them, yet they 'll meet above." Abortive tears from their fair eyes out-flow'd, And damm'd the lovely fplendor of their fight, Which feem'd like Titan, whilft fome watery cloud O'erfpreads his face, and his bright beams doth shroud; Till Vefper chas'd away the conquer'd light, And forceth them (though loth) to bid good-night. But ere Aurora, ufher to the day, Began with welcome luftre to appear, The lovers rife, and at that cranny they Thus to each other their thoughts open lay, With many a figh and many a speaking tear; Whose grief the pitying morning blusht to hear. "Dear Love!" faid Pyramus," how long shall we, "Like fairest flowers not gather'd in their prime, "Waste precious youth, and let advantage flee, "Till we bewail (at laft) our cruelty Upon ourselves? for beauty, though it shine "Like day, will quickly find an evening-time. "Therefore, fweet Thisbe, let us meet this night "At Ninus' tomb, without the city wall, "Under the mulberry-tree, with berries white "Abounding, there t' enjoy our wish'd delight. "For mounting love, ftopt in its courfe, doth fall, "And long'd-for, yet untafted, joy kills all. "What |