Hence prophane grim man, nor dare To approach so neere my faire. Marble vaults, and gloomy caves, Church-yards, Charnell houses, graves, Where the living loath to be, Heaven hath design'd to thee. But it needs 'mongst us thou'lt rage, Let thy fury feed on age. Wrinckled browes, and withered thighs, May supply thy sacrifice. Yet perhaps as thou flew'st by, A flamed dart shot from her eye, Sing'd thy wings with wanton fire, Whence th' art forc't to hover nigh her. If Love so mistooke his aime, Gently welcome in the flame: They who loath'd thee, when they see Where thou harbor'st, will love thee. Onely I, such is my fate, Must thee as a rivall hate, Court her gently, learne to prove, Nimble in the thefts of love. Gaze on th' errors of her haire: Touch her lip; but oh beware, Lest too ravenous of thy blisse, Thou shouldst murder with a kisse. _To_ CASTARA, _Inviting her to sleepe_. Sleepe my _Castara_, silence doth invite Thy eyes to close up day; though envious night Grieves Fate should her the sight of them debarre, For she is exil'd, while they open are. Rest in thy peace secure. With drowsie charmes, Kinde sleepe bewitcheth thee into her armes; And finding where Loves chiefest treasure lies, Is like a theefe stole under thy bright eyes. Thy innocence rich as the gaudy quilt Wrought by the Persian hand, thy dreames from guilt Exempted, heaven with sweete repose doth crowne Each vertue, softer then the Swans fam'd downe. As exorcists wild spirits mildly lay, May sleepe thy fever calmely chase away. _Upon_ CASTARA'S _recoverie_. She is restor'd to life. Unthrifty Death, Thy mercie in permitting vitall breath Backe to _Castara_, hath enlarg'd us all, Whome griefe had martyr'd in her funerall. While others in the ocean of their teares, Had sinking, wounded the beholders eares, With exclamations: I without a grone, Had suddenly congeal'd into a stone: There stood a statue, till the generall doome; Had ruin'd time and memory with her tombe. While in my heart, which marble, yet still bled, Each Lover might this Epitaph have read. "Her earth lyes here below; her soul's above, This wonder speakes her vertue, and my love." _To a Friend, Inviting him to a meeting upon promise._