Note 371 — PART III.—Prose

"Some asked me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where; Then spake I to my girle, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarelets of Pearl. One ask'd me where the roses grew; I bade him not go seek; But forthwith bade my Julia show A bud in either cheek." —Herrick's "Hesperides," ed. Walford, 1859; The Rock of Rubies, p. 32. "About the sweet bag of a bee, Two Cupids fell at odds; And whose the pretty prize shu'd be, They vow'd to ask the Gods. Which Venus hearing, thither came, And for their boldness stript them; And taking thence from each his flame, With rods of mirtle whipt them. Which done, to still their wanton cries, When quiet grown sh'ad seen them. She kist and wip'd their dove-like eyes, And gave the bag between them." —Herrick, Ibid. The Bag of the Bee, p. 42. "Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Pr'ythee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Pr'ythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Pr'ythee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Pr'ythee, why so mute? Quit, quit for shame; this will not move, This cannot take her; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her. The devil take her!" —Sir John Suckling's Works, ed. A. Suckling, 1836, p. 70. "As when a lady, walking Flora's bower, Picks here a pink, and there a gilly-flower, Now plucks a violet from her purple bed, And then a primrose, the year's maidenhead, There nips the brier, here the lover's pansy, Shifting her dainty pleasures with her fancy, This on her arms, and that she lists to wear Upon the borders of her curious hair; At length a rose-bud (passing all the rest) She plucks, and bosoms in her lily breast."—Quarles, Stanzas.