A somewhat different version is given in Durfey's PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY, vi. 192-3. <53.9> AN UNANOYNTED--MS. <53.10> This and the three preceding lines are not in MS. <53.11> Alluding of course to the very familiar legend of Ulysses and the Syrens. <53.12> A quaver (a well-known musical expression). <53.13> A--MS. <53.14> A musical peg. <53.15> AND--MS. <53.16> A piece of wire attached to the finger-board of a guitar. <53.17> Original and MS. read AN. <53.18> The tablature of Lovelace's time was the application of letters, of the alphabet or otherwise, to the purpose of expressing the sounds or notes of a composition. VALIANT LOVE. I. Now fie upon that everlasting life! I dye! She hates! Ah me! It makes me mad; As if love fir'd his torch at a moist eye, Or with his joyes e're crown'd the sad. Oh, let me live and shout, when I fall on; Let me ev'n triumph in the first attempt! Loves duellist from conquest 's not exempt, When his fair murdresse shall not gain one groan, And he expire ev'n in ovation. II. Let me make my approach, when I lye downe With counter-wrought and travers eyes;<54.1> With peals of confidence batter the towne; Had ever beggar yet the keyes? No, I will vary stormes with sun and winde; Be rough, and offer calme condition; March in and pread,<54.2> or starve the garrison. Let her make sallies hourely: yet I'le find (Though all beat of) shee's to be undermin'd. III. Then may it please your little excellence Of hearts t' ordaine, by sound of lips, That henceforth none in tears dare love comence (Her thoughts ith' full, his, in th' eclipse); On paine of having 's launce broke on her bed, That he be branded all free beauties' slave, And his own hollow eyes be domb'd his grave: Since in your hoast that coward nere was fed, Who to his prostrate ere was prostrated. <54.1> This seems to be it phrase borrowed by the poet from his military vocabulary. He wishes to express that he had fortified his eyes to resist the glances of his fair opponent. <54.2> Original reads most unintelligibly and absurdly MARCH IN (AND PRAY'D) OR, &c. TO PREAD is TO PILLAGE. LA BELLA BONA ROBA.<55.1><<TOC.1>> TO MY LADY H. ODE. I. Tell me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury, Inform me, which hath most inricht mine eye, This diamonds greatnes, or its clarity? II. Ye cloudy spark lights, whose vast multitude Of fires are harder to be found then view'd, Waite on this star in her first magnitude. III. Calmely or roughly! Ah, she shines too much; That now I lye (her influence is such), Chrusht with too strong a hand, or soft a touch. IV. Lovers, beware! a certaine, double harme Waits your proud hopes, her looks al-killing charm Guarded by her as true victorious arme.