---- Love is only root and crop of care, The body's foe, the heart's annoy and cause of pleasures rare The sickness of the mind and fountain of unrest, The gulf of guile, the pit of pain, of grief the hollow chest; A fiery frost, a flame that frozen is with ice, A heavy burden light to bear, a virtue fraught with vice; It is a worldlike peace, a safety seeing dread, A deep despair annexed to hope, a fancy that is fed, Sweet poison for his taste, a port Charybdis like, A Scylla for his safety, though a lion that is meek. TURBERVILLE. * * * * * KISSING. O kiss! which dost those ruddy gems impart, Or gems, or fruits, of new found Paradise; Breathing all bliss and sweet'ning to the heart; Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise. O kiss! which souls, ev'n souls, together ties By links of love, and only nature's art; How fain would I paint thee to all men's eyes. Or of thy gifts, at least, shade out some part. But she forbids, with blushing words, she says, She builds her fame on higher-seated praise; But my heart burns, I cannot silent be. Then since (dear life,) you fain would have me peace, And I mad with delight want wit to cease, Stop you my mouth, with still, still kissing me. SIR P. SIDNEY. * * * * * HEALTH. The common ingredients of health and long life are Great temp'rance, open air, Easy labour, little care. IBID. * * * * * SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS. ARRIVAL AT MARGATE. _From "The Monthly Club" of Sharpe's London Magazine_.