[Line: 6 'hills of snow' is probably as old as the Garden of Eden (if there was snow there). But Stanley must have known the exquisite second verse of 'Take, oh take those lips away' in _The Bloody Brother_. I would ask any one who despises this as a mere commonplace love-poem to note--if he can--the splendid swell of the verse to the fourth line, and then the 'turn' of the final couplet. With Stanley and his generation that swell and turn passed--never to reappear till William Blake revived it nearly a century and a half afterwards.] _Song._ Foolish Lover, go and seek For the damask of the rose, And the lilies white dispose To adorn thy mistress' cheek; Steal some star out of the sky, Rob the phoenix, and the east Of her wealthy sweets divest, To enrich her breath or eye! We thy borrow'd pride despise: For this wine, to which we are 10 Votaries, is richer far Than her cheek, or breath, or eyes. And should that coy fair one view These diviner beauties, she In this flame would rival thee, And be taught to love thee too. Come, then, break thy wanton chain, That when this brisk wine hath spread On thy paler cheek a red, Thou, like us, mayst Love disdain. 20 Love, thy power must yield to wine! And whilst thus ourselves we arm, Boldly we defy thy charm: For these flames extinguish thine. [_Song._] A Donne-inspired one, doubtless, but not ill justified. 'Distinguish' in the last line is one of the numerous misprints of _1656_.] _The Parting._ I go, dear Saint, away, Snatch'd from thy arms By far less pleasing charms, Than those I did obey; But when hereafter thou shall know That grief hath slain me, come, And on my tomb Drop, drop a tear or two; Break with thy sighs the silence of my sleep, And I shall smile in death to see thee weep. 10 Thy tears may have the power To reinspire My ashes with new fire, Or change me to some flower, Which, planted 'twixt thy breasts, shall grow: Veil'd in this shape, I will Dwell with thee still, Court, kiss, enjoy thee too: Securely we'll contemn all envious force, And thus united be by death's divorce. 20 [_The Parting._] ] [Line: 19 contemn _1647_: contain _1656_.] _Counsel._ When deceitful lovers lay At thy feet their suppliant hearts, And their snares spread to betray Thy best treasure with their arts, Credit not their flatt'ring vows: Love such perjury allows.