Henry King, Bishop of Chichester (Генри Кинг, епископ Чичестерский)

The Retreat

Pursue no more (my thoughts!) that false unkind,
You may assoon imprison the North-wind;
Or catch the Lightning as it leaps; or reach
The leading billow first ran down the breach;
Or undertake the flying clouds to track
In the same path they yesterday did rack.
Then, like a Torch turn'd downward, let the same
Desire which nourisht it, put out your flame.
Loe thus I doe divorce thee from my brest,
False to thy vow, and traitour to my rest!
Henceforth thy tears shall be (though thou repent)
Like pardons after execution sent.
Nor shalt thou ever my loves story read,
But as some Epitaph of what is dead.
So may my hope on future blessings dwell,
As 'tis my firm resolve and last farewell.

1. To His Friends of Christ-Church upon the Mislike of the Marriage of the Arts Acted at Woodstock
2. Sonnet. Go thou that vainly do'st mine eyes invite
3. To My Sister Anne King, Who Chid Me In Verse For Being Angry
4. The Acquittance
5. Madam Gabrina, Or The Ill-Favourd Choice

Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) The Retreat ("Happy those early days, when I")

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