I. Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more, Or else more pitty me;<57.2> Give me more love, ah, quickly give me more, Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am, My heart is ice and flame; And languishing thus, I Can neither live nor dye! II. Your glories are eclipst, and hidden in the grave Of this indifferency; And, Caelia, you can neither altars have, Nor I, a Diety: They are aspects divine, That still or smile, or shine, Or, like th' offended sky, Frowne death immediately. <57.1> Original reads AU. <57.2> In his poem entitled "Mediocrity in Love rejected," Carew has a similar sentiment:-- "Give me more Love, or more Disdain, The Torrid, or the Frozen Zone, Bring equall ease unto my paine; The Temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of Love, or Hate, Is sweeter than a calme estate." Carew's POEMS, ed. 1651, p. 14. And so also Stanley (AYRES AND DIALOGUES, set by J. Gamble, 1656, p. 20):-- "So much of absence and delay, That thus afflicts my memorie. Why dost thou kill me every day, Yet will not give me leave to die?" THE FAIRE BEGGER. I. Comanding asker, if it be Pity that you faine would have, Then I turne begger unto thee, And aske the thing that thou dost crave. I will suffice thy hungry need, So thou wilt but my fancy feed. II. In all ill yeares, was<58.1> ever knowne On so much beauty such a dearth? Which, in that thrice-bequeathed gowne, Lookes like the Sun eclipst with Earth, Like gold in canvas, or with dirt Unsoyled Ermins close begirt. III. Yet happy he, that can but tast This whiter skin, who thirsty is! Fooles dote on sattin<58.2> motions lac'd: The gods go naked in their blisse. At<58.3> th' barrell's head there shines the vine, There only relishes the wine. IV. There quench my heat, and thou shalt sup Worthy the lips that it must touch, Nectar from out the starry cup: I beg thy breath not halfe so much. So both our wants supplied shall be, You'l give for love, I, charity. V. Cheape then are pearle-imbroderies, That not adorne, but cloud<58.4> thy wast; Thou shalt be cloath'd above all prise, If thou wilt promise me imbrac't.<58.5> Wee'l ransack neither chest nor shelfe: Ill cover thee with mine owne selfe. VI. But, cruel, if thou dost deny This necessary almes to me, What soft-soul'd man but with his eye And hand will hence be shut to thee? Since all must judge you more unkinde: I starve your body, you, my minde. <58.1> Original reads WA'ST. <58.2> Satin seems to have been much in vogue about this time as a material for female dress. "Their glory springs from sattin, Their vanity from feather." A DESCRIPTION OF WOMAN in WITS INTERPRETER, 1662, p. 115. <58.3> Original has AND.