by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637)
Beauties, have ye seen this Toy
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1st Grace: Beauties, have ye seen this Toy, Call'd Love, a little Boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as kind? If he be amongst ye, say; He is Venus Run-away. 2nd Grace: She, that will but now discover Where the winged Wag doth hover, Shall, to Night, receive a Kiss, How, or where her self would wish: But, who brings him to his Mother, Shall have that Kiss, and another. 3rd Grace: H'hath of marks about him plenty: You shall know him among twenty. All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire, That being shot, like lightning, in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin. 1st Grace: At his sight, the Sun hath turned, Neptune in the waters, burned; Hell hath felt a greater heat: Jove himself forsook his seat: From the Centre, to the Skie, Are his Trophees reared hie. 2nd Grace: Wings he hath, which though ye clip, He will leap from lip, to lip, Over liver, lights, and heart, But not stay in any part; And, if chance his arrow misses, He will shoot himself, in kisses. 3rd Grace: He doth bear a golden Bow, And a Quiver, hanging low, Full of Arrows, that out-brave Dian's shafts: where, if he have Any head more sharp than other, With that first he strikes his Mother. 1st Grace: Still the fairest are his fuel. When his days are to be cruel, Lovers hearts are all his food; And his baths their warmest blood: Nought but wounds his hand doth season; And he hates none like to Reason. 2nd Grace: Trust him not: his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet. All his practice is deceit; Every gift it is a bait; Not a kiss, but poyson bears; And most treason in his tears. 3rd Grace: Idle minutes are his raign; Then, the Stragler makes his gain, By presenting Maids with toys, And would have ye think 'em joys: 'Tis the ambition of the Elf, To have all childish, as himself. 1st Grace: If by these ye please to know him, Beauties, be not nice, but show him. 2nd Grace: Though ye had a Will, to hide him, Now, we hope, ye'le not abide him. 3rd Grace: Since ye hear his falser play; And that he is Venus Run-away.
H. Lawes sets stanzas 1-3, 5-10
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with The Description of the Masque, with nuptual songs, at the Lord Viscout Haddington's Marriage at Court. On the Shrove-Tuesday at Night. 1608., 1608.
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- by Ben Jonson (1572 - 1637), no title, first published 1608 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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