Venture their stakes with him in joy to share.--DONNE.


Their thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly absurd, and
such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding.

A lover neither dead nor alive:


Then down I laid my head
Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead,
And my freed soul to a strange somewhere fled.

Ah, sottish soul, said I,
When back to its cage again I saw it fly;
Fool to resume her broken chain,
And row her galley here again!
Fool, to that body to return
Where it condemned and destined is to burn!
Once dead, how can it be,
Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee,
That thou should'st come to live it o'er again in me?--COWLEY.


A lover's heart, a hand grenado:

Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a grenade shot into a magazine.