Cupid and Bacchus my saints are, And then to love again. MY DEAR MISTRESS. EARL OF ROCHESTER. My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When, with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Melting joys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses : She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can warm with kisses. Angels listen when she speaks, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. THE ANGLER'S WISH. BY IZAAK WALTON. [IZAAK WALTON was born at Stafford, in 1593. He kept a very small linendraper's shop, first at the Royal Exchange, and then in Fleet Street, at the corner of Chancery Lane; and retained in the midst of London, notwithstanding the closest attention to business, an enthu siastic attachment to the country, its scenes, and its pleasures. He married a lady of respectable family, which was probably the cause of his introduction to many eminent persons. He retired from business in 1643, and lived for forty years afterwards in literary retirement, during which time he wrote a number of works; nor did he relax his labours as an author, until he died, in his ninetieth year. He was buried at Winchester. His "Complete Angler" is a book which will live as long as the love of country life exists. He was accustomed to say that "God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.”] I IN these flowery meads would be; I with my angle would rejoice; Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on the bank feel the west wind |