Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more catching than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
Far more catching than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
Marvell - Poems
79
SECOND SONG.
HOBBINOL, PHILLIS, TOMAUN.
HOBBINOL.
Fhillis, Tomalin, away I
Never such a merry day,
For the northern shepherd's son
Has Menalcas' daughter won.
PHILLIS.
Stay till I some flowers have tied
In a. garland for the bride.
TOMALIN.
If thou would'st a garland bring,
Phil LIS, you may wait the spring :
They have chosen such ah hour
When she is the only flower.
PHILLIS.
Let's not then, at least, be seen
Without each a sprig of green.
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80 THE POEMS
HOBBINOL.
Fear not ; at Menalcas' hall
There are bays enough for all.
He, when young as we, did graze^
But when old he planted bays.
TOMALIN.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more catching than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
Led our lambs we knew not where.
HOBBINOL.
Not our lambs own fleeces are
Curled so lovely as her hair,
Nor our sheep new-washed can be
Half so white or sweet as she.
PHILLIS.
He so looks as fit to keep
Somewhat else than silly sheep.
HOBBINOL.
Come, let's in some carol new
Pay to love and them their due.
ALL.
Joy to that happy pair
Whose hopes united banish our despair.
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OF MARVELL. 81
What shepherd could for love pretend.
Whilst all the nymphs on Damon's choice attend ?
What shepherdess could hope to wed
Before Marina's turn were sped ?
Now lesser beauties may take place,
And meaner virtues come in play,
While they,
Looking from high,
Shall grace
Our stocks and us with a propitious eye.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love complain ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
SECOND SONG.
HOBBINOL, PHILLIS, TOMAUN.
HOBBINOL.
Fhillis, Tomalin, away I
Never such a merry day,
For the northern shepherd's son
Has Menalcas' daughter won.
PHILLIS.
Stay till I some flowers have tied
In a. garland for the bride.
TOMALIN.
If thou would'st a garland bring,
Phil LIS, you may wait the spring :
They have chosen such ah hour
When she is the only flower.
PHILLIS.
Let's not then, at least, be seen
Without each a sprig of green.
Digitized by VjOOQIC
80 THE POEMS
HOBBINOL.
Fear not ; at Menalcas' hall
There are bays enough for all.
He, when young as we, did graze^
But when old he planted bays.
TOMALIN.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more catching than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
Led our lambs we knew not where.
HOBBINOL.
Not our lambs own fleeces are
Curled so lovely as her hair,
Nor our sheep new-washed can be
Half so white or sweet as she.
PHILLIS.
He so looks as fit to keep
Somewhat else than silly sheep.
HOBBINOL.
Come, let's in some carol new
Pay to love and them their due.
ALL.
Joy to that happy pair
Whose hopes united banish our despair.
Digitized by VjOOQIC
OF MARVELL. 81
What shepherd could for love pretend.
Whilst all the nymphs on Damon's choice attend ?
What shepherdess could hope to wed
Before Marina's turn were sped ?
Now lesser beauties may take place,
And meaner virtues come in play,
While they,
Looking from high,
Shall grace
Our stocks and us with a propitious eye.
But what is most, the gentle swain
No more shall need of love complain ;
But virtue shall be beauty's hire,
And those be equal, that have equal fire.
