THOMAS CAB.EW.

If his rude breath threaten us,Thou canst stroke great Aeolus,And from him the grace obtainTo bind him in an iron chain.

DISDAIN RETURNED.

He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,

Or from star-like eyes doth seekFuel to maintain his fires, —

As old Time makes these decay,

So his flames must waste away.

But a smooth and stedfast mind,Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,Hearts with equal love combin’d,Kindle never-dying fires.

Where these are not, I despiseLovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.******

INGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED.

Know, Celia (since thou art so proud),’Twas I that gave thee thy renown !

Thou hadst in the forgotten crowdOf common beauties liv’d unknown,

Had not my verse exhal’d thy name,

And with it imp’d the wings of Fame.