Mark how yon eddy steals away From the rude stream into the bay; There lock'd up safe, she doth divorce Her waters from the channel's course, And scorns the torrent that did bring Her headlong from her native spring. Now doth she with her new love play, Whilst he runs murmuring away. Mark how she courts the banks, whilst they As amorously their arms display, To embrace and clip her silver waves: See how she strokes their sides, and craves An entrance there, which they deny; Whereat she frowns, threatening to fly Home to her stream, and 'gins to swim Backward, but from the channel's brim Smiling returns into the creek, With thousand dimples on her cheek. Be thou this eddy, and I'll make My breast thy shore, where thou shalt take Secure repose, and never dream Of the quite forsaken stream: Let him to the wide ocean haste, There lose his colour, name, and taste; Thou shalt save all, and, safe from him, Within these arms for ever swim. SONG. If the quick spirits in your eye Now languish, and anon must die; If every sweet, and every grace, Must fly from that forsaken face: Then, Celia, let us reap our joys, Ere time such goodly fruit destroys. Or, if that golden fleece must grow For ever, free from aged snow; If those bright suns must know no shade, Nor your fresh beauties ever fade; Then fear not, Celia, to bestow What still being gather'd still must grow. Thus, either Time his sickle brings In vain, or else in vain his wings. A PASTORAL DIALOGUE. SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS. _Shep._ This mossy bank they press'd. _Nym._That aged oak Did canopy the happy pair All night from the damp air. _Cho._ Here let us sit, and sing the words they spoke, Till the day-breaking their embraces broke. _Shep._ See, love, the blushes of the morn appear: And now she hangs her pearly store (Robb'd from the eastern shore) I' th' cowslip's bell and rose's ear: Sweet, I must stay no longer here. _Nym._ Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day, But show my sun must set; no morn Shall shine till thou return: The yellow planets, and the gray Dawn, shall attend thee on thy way. _Shep._ If thine eyes gild my paths, they may forbear Their useless shine. _Nym._ My tears will quite Extinguish their faint light. _Shep._ Those drops will make their beams more clear, Love's flames will shine in every tear. _Cho._ They kiss'd, and wept; and from their lips and eyes, In a mix'd dew of briny sweet, Their joys and sorrows meet; But she cries out. _Nym._ Shepherd, arise, The sun betrays us else to spies. _Shep._ The winged hours fly fast whilst we embrace; But when we want their help to meet, They move with leaden feet. _Nym._ Then let us pinion time, and chase The day for ever from this place.