Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.

To my Lord of Leicester.

NOt that thy Trees at Pens-hurst groan
Oppressed with their timely load,
And seem to make their silent moan,
That their great Lord is now abroad:
They to delight his tast or eye,
Would spend themselves in fruit, and dye.
Not that thy harmless Deer repine,
And think themselves unjustly slain
By any other hand than thine,
Whose Arrows they would gladly stain:
Page  99 No, nor thy friends which hold too dear
That peace with France, which keeps thee there.
All these are less than that great cause,
Which now exacts your presence here,
Wherein there meet the divers Laws
Of publick and domestick care.
For one bright Nymph our youth contends▪
And on your prudent choice depends.
Not the bright shield of Thetis's Son,
For which such stern debate did rise,
That the Great Ajax Telamon
Refus'd to live without the Prize,
Those Achive Peers did more engage,
Than she the gallants of our age.
That beam of Beauty which begun
To warm us so when thou wert here,
Page  100 Now scorches like the raging Sun
When Syrius does first appear.
O fix this Flame, and let despair
Redeem the rest from endless care!