When beauty boasted blushes, in despite But beauty, in that white intituled, From Venus' doves doth challenge that fair field; Their silver cheeks, and call'd it then their shield; When shame assail'd, the red should fence the white. 143 Time, whose million'd accidents Poems. Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings, 144 When I do count the clock that tells the time, Poems. And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white; 145 Dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes 146 Poems. 35-i. 4. The dream's here still even when I wake, it is 31-iv. 2. 147 If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! 148 I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony; 35-v. 1. 30-v. 2. Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave* of care, 151 'Tis her breathing that 15-ii. 2. Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o' the taper Under these windows: White and azure, laced On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip. 31-ii. 2. *Sleave, is unwrought silk. 'Ravell'd sleave of care,'-the brain. ti. e. The white skin laced with blue veins. 152 Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber : Which busy care draws in the brains of men; 153 Downy sleep, death's counterfeit. 154 29-ii. 1. 15-ii. 3. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! 155 12-Induction, 1. To bed, to bed: Sleep kill those pretty eyes, 156 26-iv. 2. As fast lock'd up in sleep, as guiltless labour Sleep, gentle sleep, 157 5-iv. 2. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? * Shapes created by the imagination. † Stiffly. Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them 158 19-iii. 1. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! Thus in a chapel lying! 31-ii. 2. 159 See the life as lively mock'd, as ever 13-v. 3. I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. 163 The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, 1-ii. 1. And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpower'd. 164 17-v. 1. The life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house) Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, Foretell the ending of mortality. * Noise. 16-v. 7. 165 O vanity of sickness! fierce extremes, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, 166 16-v. 7. Thou art come to set mine eye: The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; 167 16-v. 7. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; 17-v. 5. 168 If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. 5-iii. 1. 169 Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, 25-iii. 1. 170 Death, Being an ugly monster, "Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words: or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. * Model. 31-v. 3. |