Like the violet, which alone Prospers in some happy shade, My Castara lives unknown, To no looser eye betray'd. For she's to herself untrue Who delights i' the public view. ....*....*....*....* Such her beauty, as no arts Have enrich'd with borrow'd grace Her high birth no pride imparts, For she blushes in her place. Folly boasts a glorious blood-- She is noblest, being good! ....*....*....*....* She her throne makes reason climb, While wild passions captive lie; And each article of time Her pure thoughts to heaven fly. All her vows religious be-- And her love she vows to me! The second part of these poems, dedicated to Castara as "the WIFE," have not less variety and beauty, though there were, of course, fewer incidents to record. The first Sonnet, "to Castara, now possest of her in marriage," beginning "This day is ours," &c. has more fancy and poetry than tenderness. The lines to Lord Powis, the father of Castara, on the same occasion, are more beautiful and earnest, yet rich in fanciful imagery. Lord Powis, it must be remembered, had opposed their union, and had been, with difficulty, induced to give his consent. The following lines refer to this; and Habington asserts the purity and unselfishness of his attachment. Nor grieve, my Lord, 'tis perfected. Before Afflicted seas sought refuge on the shore, From the angry north wind; ere the astonish'd spring Heard in the air the feathered people sing; Ere time had motion, or the sun obtained His province o'er the day--this was ordained. Nor think in her I courted wealth or blood, Or more uncertain hopes; for had I stood On the highest ground of fortune,--the world known, No greatness but what waited on my throne-- And she had only had that face and mind, I with myself, had th' earth to her resigned. In virtue there's an empire! Here I rest, As all things to my power subdued; to me There's nought beyond this, the whole world is SHE! On the anniversary of their wedding-day, he thus addresses her:-- LOVE'S ANNIVERSARY. Thou art returned (great light) to that blest hour In which I first by marriage, (sacred power!) Joined with Castara hearts; and as the same Thy lustre is, as then,--so is our flame; Which had increased, but that by Love's decree, 'Twas such at first, it ne'er could greater be. But tell me, (glorious lamp,) in thy survey Of things below thee, what did not decay By age to weakness? I since that have seen The rose bud forth and fade, the tree grow green, And wither wrinkled. Even thyself dost yield Something to time, and to thy grave fall nigher; But virtuous love is one sweet endless fire.