When some shall say, Fair once my Silvia was, Thou wilt complain, False now's thy looking-glass, Which renders that quite tarnished which was green, And priceless now what peerless once had been. Upon thy form more wrinkles yet will fall, And, coming down, shall make no noise at all. _Priceless_, valueless. 63. CHEERFULNESS IN CHARITY; OR, THE SWEET SACRIFICE. 'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs Can please those heav'nly deities, If the vower don't express In his offering cheerfulness. 65. SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE. 'Tis not greatness they require To be offer'd up by fire; But 'tis sweetness that doth please Those _Eternal Essences_. 66. STEAM IN SACRIFICE. If meat the gods give, I the steam High-towering will devote to them, Whose easy natures like it well, If we the roast have, they the smell. 67. UPON JULIA'S VOICE. So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, As, could they hear, the damn'd would make no noise, But listen to thee, walking in thy chamber, Melting melodious words to lutes of amber. _Amber_, used here merely for any rich material: cp. "Treading on amber with their silver feet". 68. AGAIN. When I thy singing next shall hear, I'll wish I might turn all to ear To drink in notes and numbers such As blessed souls can't hear too much; Then melted down, there let me lie Entranc'd and lost confusedly, And, by thy music stricken mute, Die and be turn'd into a lute. 69. ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE. _All things decay with time_: the forest sees The growth and downfall of her aged trees; That timber tall, which threescore lusters stood The proud dictator of the state-like wood,-- I mean (the sovereign of all plants) the oak-- Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke. _Lusters_, the Roman reckoning of five years. 70. THE SUCCESSION OF THE FOUR SWEET MONTHS. First, April, she with mellow showers Opens the way for early flowers; Then after her comes smiling May, In a more rich and sweet array; Next enters June, and brings us more Gems than those two that went before: Then (lastly) July comes, and she More wealth brings in than all those three. 71. NO SHIPWRECK OF VIRTUE. TO A FRIEND. Thou sail'st with others in this Argus here; Nor wreck or bulging thou hast cause to fear; But trust to this, my noble passenger; Who swims with virtue, he shall still be sure (Ulysses-like) all tempests to endure, And 'midst a thousand gulfs to be secure. _Bulging_, leaking. 72. UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK. First, for effusions due unto the dead, My solemn vows have here accomplished: Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell, Wherein thou liv'st for ever. Dear, farewell. _Effusions_, drink-offerings. 73. OF LOVE. A SONNET.