creed　That　I　shall　never　find　him。
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  THE　CHEAT　OF　CUPID；　OR；　THE　UNGENTLE　GUEST
  One　silent　night　of　late；　When　every　creature　rested；　Came　one　unto　my　gate；　And　knocking；　me　molested。
  Who's　that；　said　I；　beats　there；　And　troubles　thus　the　sleepy？　Cast　off；　said　he；　all　fear；　And　let　not　locks　thus　keep　ye。
  For　I　a　boy　am；　who　By　moonless　nights　have　swerved；　And　all　with　showers　wet　through；　And　e'en　with　cold　half　starved。
  I　pitiful　arose；　And　soon　a　taper　lighted；　And　did　myself　disclose　Unto　the　lad　benighted。
  I　saw　he　had　a　bow；　And　wings　too；　which　did　shiver；　And　looking　down　below；　I　spied　he　had　a　quiver。
  I　to　my　chimney's　shine　Brought　him；　as　Love　professes；　And　chafed　his　hands　with　mine；　And　dried　his　dropping　tresses。
  But　when　he　felt　him　warm'd；　Let's　try　this　bow　of　ours　And　string；　if　they　be　harm'd；　Said　he；　with　these　late　showers。
  Forthwith　his　bow　he　bent；　And　wedded　string　and　arrow；　And　struck　me；　that　it　went　Quite　through　my　heart　and　marrow
  Then　laughing　loud；　he　flew　Away；　and　thus　said　flying；　Adieu；　mine　host；　adieu；　I'll　leave　thy　heart　a…dying。
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  UPON　CUPID
  Love；　like　a　gipsy；　lately　came；　And　did　me　much　importune　To　see　my　hand；　that　by　the　same　He　might　foretell　my　fortune。
  He　saw　my　palm；　and　then；　said　he；　I　tell　thee；　by　this　score　here；　That　thou；　within　few　months；　shalt　be　The　youthful　Prince　D'Amour　here。
  I　smiled；　and　bade　him　once　more　prove；　And　by　some　cross…line　show　it；　That　I　could　ne'er　be　Prince　of　Love；　Though　here　the　Princely　Poet。
  *46*
  TO　BE　MERRY
  Let's　now　take　our　time；　While　we're　in　our　prime；　And　old；　old　age　is　afar　off；　For　the　evil；　evil　days　Will　come　on　apace；　Before　we　can　be　aware　of。
  *47*
  UPON　HIS　GRAY　HAIRS
  Fly　me　not；　though　I　be　gray；　Lady；　this　I　know　you'll　say；　Better　look　the　roses　red；　When　with　white　commingled。　Black　your　hairs　are；　mine　are　white；　This　begets　the　more　delight；　When　things　meet　most　opposite；　As　in　pictures　we　descry　Venus　standing　Vulcan　by。
  *48*
  AN　HYMN　TO　THE　MUSES
  Honour　to　you　who　sit　Near　to　the　well　of　wit；　And　drink　your　fill　of　it！
  Glory　and　worship　be　To　you；　sweet　Maids；　thrice　three；　Who　still　inspire　me；
  And　teach　me　how　to　sing　Unto　the　lyric　string；　My　measures　ravishing！
  Then；　while　I　sing　your　praise；　My　priest…hood　crown　with　bays　Green　to　the　end　of　days！
  *49*
  THE　COMING　OF　GOOD　LUCK
  So　Good…Luck　came；　and　on　my　roof　did　light；　Like　noiseless　snow；　or　as　the　dew　of　night；　Not　all　at　once；　but　gently；as　the　trees　Are　by　the　sun…beams；　tickled　by　degrees。
  *50*
  HIS　CONTENT　IN　THE　COUNTRY
  HERE；　Here　I　live　with　what　my　board　Can　with　the　smallest　cost　afford；　Though　ne'er　so　mean　the　viands　be；　They　well　content　my　Prue　and　me：　Or　pea　or　bean；　or　wort　or　beet；　Whatever　comes；　Content　makes　sweet。　Here　we　rejoice；　because　no　rent　We　pay　for　our　poor　tenement；　Wherein　we　rest；　and　never　fear　The　landlord　or　the　usurer。　The　quarter…day　does　ne'er　affright　Our　peaceful　slumbers　in　the　night：　We　eat　our　own；　and　batten　more；　Because　we　feed　on　no　man's　score；　But　pity　those　whose　flanks　grow　great；　Swell'd　with　the　lard　of　other's　meat。　We　bless　our　fortunes；　when　we　see　Our　own　beloved　privacy；　And　like　our　living；　where　we're　known　To　very　few；　or　else　to　none。
  *51*
  HIS　RETURN　TO　LONDON
  From　the　dull　confines　of　the　drooping　west；　To　see　the　day　spring　from　the　pregnant　east；　Ravish'd　in　spirit；　I　come；　nay　more；　I　fly　To　thee；　blest　place　of　my　nativity！　Thus；　thus　with　hallow'd　foot　I　touch　the　ground；　With　thousand　blessings　by　thy　fortune　crown'd。　O　fruitful　Genius！　　that　bestowest　here　An　everlasting　plenty　year　by　year；　O　place！　　O　people！　　manners！　　framed　to　please　All　nations；　customs；　kindreds；　languages！　I　am　a　free…born　Roman；　suffer　then　That　I　amongst　you　live　a　citizen。　London　my　home　is；　though　by　hard　fate　sent　Into　a　long　and　irksome　banishment；　Yet　since　call'd　back；　henceforward　let　me　be；　O　native　country；　repossess'd　by　thee！　For；　rather　than　I'll　to　the　west　return；　I'll　beg　of　thee　first　here　to　have　mine　urn。　Weak　I　am　grown；　and　must　in　short　time　fall；　Give　thou　my　sacred　reliques　burial。
  *52*
  HIS　DESIRE
  Give　me　a　man　that　is　not　dull；　When　all　the　world　with　rifts　is　full；　But　unamazed　dares　clearly　sing；　Whenas　the　roof's　a…tottering；　And　though　it　falls；　continues　still　Tickling　the　Cittern　with　his　quill。
  *53*
  AN　ODE　FOR　BEN　JONSON
  Ah　Ben！　Say　how　or　when　Shall　we；　thy　guests；　Meet　at　those　lyric　feasts；　Made　at　the　Sun；　The　Dog；　the　Triple　Tun；　Where　we　such　clusters　had；　As　made　us　nobly　wild；　not　mad？　And　yet　each　verse　of　thine　Out…did　the　meat；　out…did　the　frolic　wine。
  My　Ben！　Or　come　again；　Or　send　to　us　Thy　wit's　great　overplus；　But　teach　us　yet　Wisely　to　husband　it；　Lest　we　that　talent　spend；　And　having　once　brought　to　an　end　That　precious　stock；the　store　Of　such　a　wit　the　world　should　have　no　more。
  *54*
  TO　LIVE　MERRILY；　AND　TO　TRUST　TO　GOOD　VERSES
  Now　is　the　time　for　mirth；　Nor　cheek　or　tongue　be　dumb；　For　with　＇the＇　flowery　earth　The　golden　pomp　is　come。
  The　golden　pomp　is　come；　For　now　each　tree　does　wear；　Made　of　her　pap　and　gum；　Rich　beads　of　amber　here。
  Now　reigns　the　Rose；　and　now　Th'　Arabian　dew　besmears　My　uncontrolled　brow；　And　my　retorted　hairs。
  Homer；　this　health　to　thee！　In　sack　of　such　a　kind；　That　it　would　make　thee　see；　Though　thou　wert　ne'er　so　blind
  Next；　Virgil　I'll　call　forth；　To　pledge　this　second　health　In　wine；　whose　each　cup's　worth　An　Indian　commonwealth。
  A　goblet　next　I'll　drink　To　Ovid；　and　suppose　Made　he　the　pledge；　he'd　think　The　world　had　all　one　nose。
  Then　this　immensive　cup　Of　aromatic　wine；　Catullus！　　I　quaff　up　To　that　terse　muse　of　thine。
  Wild　I　am　now　with　heat：　O　Bacchus！　　cool　thy　rays；　Or　frantic　I　shall　eat　Thy　Thyrse；　and　bite　the　Bays！
  Round；　round；　the　roof　does　run；　And　being　ravish'd　thus；　Come；　I　will　drink　a　tun　To　my　Propertius。
  Now；　to　Tibullus　next；　This　flood　I　drink　to　thee；　But　stay；　I　see　a　text；　That　this　presents　to　me。
  Behold！　　Tibullus　lies　Here　burnt；　whose　small　return　Of　ashes　scarce　suffice　To　fill　a　little　urn。
  Trust　to　good　verses　then；　They　only　will　aspire；　When　pyramids；　as　men；　Are　lost　i'　th'　funeral　fire。
  And　when　all　bodies　meet　In　Lethe　to　be　drown'd；　Then　only　numbers　sweet　With　endless　life　are　crown'd。
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  THE　APPARITION　OF　HIS；　MISTRESS；　CALLING　HIM　TO　ELYSIUM
  DESUNT　NONNULLA
  Come　then；　and　like　two　doves　with　silvery　wings；　Let　our　souls　fly　to　th'　shades；　wherever　springs　Sit　smiling　in　the　meads；　where　balm　and　oil；　Roses　and　cassia；　crown　the　untill'd　soil；　Where　no　disease　reigns；　or　infection　comes　To　blast　the　air；　but　amber…gris　and　gums。　This；　that；　and　ev'ry　thicket　doth　transpire　More　sweet　than　storax　from　the　hallow'd　fire；　Where　ev'ry　tree　a　wealthy　issue　bears　Of　fragrant　apples；　blushing　plums；　or　pears；　And　all　the　shrubs；　with　sparkling　spangles；　shew　Like　morning　sun…shine；　tinselling　the　dew。　Here　in　green　meadows　sits　eternal　May；　Purfling　the　margents；　while　perpetual　day　So　double…gilds　the　air；　as　that　no　night　Can　ever　rust　th'　enamel　of　the　light：　Here　naked　younglings；　handsome　striplings；　run　Their　goals　for　virgins'　kisses；　which　when　done；　Then　unto　dancing　forth　the　learned　round　Commix'd　they　meet；　with　endless　roses　crown'd。　And　here　we'll　sit　on　primrose…banks；　and　see　Love's　chorus　led　by　Cupid；　and　we'll　he　Two　loving　followers　too　unto　the　grove；　Where　poets　sing　the　stories　of　our　love。　There　thou　shalt　hear　divine　Musaeus　sing　Of　Hero　and　Leander；　then　I'll　bring　Thee　to　the　stand；　where　honour'd　Homer　reads　His　Odyssees　and　his　high　Iliads；　About　whose　throne　the　crowd　of　poets　throng　To　hear　the　incantation　of　his　tongue：　To　Linus；　then　to　Pindar；　and　that　done；　I'll　bring　thee；　Herrick；　to　Anacreon；　Quaffing　his　full…crown'd　bowls　of　burning　wine；　And　in　his　raptures　speaking　lines　of　thine；　Like　to　his　subject；　and　as　his　frantic　Looks　shew　him　truly　Bacchanalian　like；　Besmear'd　with　grapes；welcome　he　shall　thee　thither；　Where　both　may　rage；　both　drink　and　dance　together。　Then　stately　Virgil；　witty　Ovid；　by　Whom　fair　Corinna　sits；　and　doth　comply　With　ivory　wrists　his　laureat　head；　and　steeps　His　eye　in　dew　of　kisses　while　he　sleeps。　Then　soft　Catullus；　sharp…fang'd　Martial；　And　towering　Lucan；　Horace；　Juvenal；　And　snaky　Persius；　these；　and　those　whom　rage；　Dropt　for　the　jars　of　heaven；　fill'd；　t'　engage　All　times　unto　their　frenzies；　thou　shalt　there　Behold　them　in　a　spacious　theatre：　Among　which　glories；　crown'd　with　sacred　bays　And　flatt'ring　ivy；　two　recite　their　plays；　Beaumont　and　Fletcher；　swans；　to　whom　all　ears　Listen；　while　they；　like　sirens　in　their　spheres；　Sing　their　Evadne；　and　still　more　for　thee　There　yet　remains　to　know　than　thou　canst　see　By　glimm'ring　of　a　fancy；　Do　but　come；　And　there　I'll　shew　thee　that　capacious　room　In　which　thy　father；　Jonson；　now　is　placed　As　in　a　globe　of　radiant　fire；　and　graced　To　be　in　that　orb　crown'd；　that　doth　include　Those　prophets　of　the　former　magnitude；　And　he　one　chief。　　But　hark！　　I　hear　the　cock；　The　bell…man　of　the　night；　proclaim　the　clock　Of　late　struck　One；　and　now　I　see　the　prime　Of　day　break　from　the　pr