Mrs Eliz: Wheeler, Under the Name of Thelost Shepherdess

1Among the myrtles as I walk'd

2Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd:

3Tell me, said I, in deep distress,

4Where I may find my Shepherdess?

5 — Thou fool, said Love, know'st thou not this?

6In every thing that's sweet she is.

7In yond' carnation go and seek,

8There thou shalt find her lip and cheek;

9In that enamell'd pansy by,

10There thou shalt have her curious eye;

11In bloom of peach and rose's bud,

12There waves the streamer of her blood.

13 — 'Tis true, said I; and thereupon

14I went to pluck them one by one,

15To make of parts an union;

16But on a sudden all were gone.

17At which I stopp'd; Said Love, these be

18The true resemblances of thee;

19For as these flowers, thy joys must die;

20And in the turning of an eye;

21And all thy hopes of her must wither,

22Like those short sweets here knit together.