William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Mercury ComplainingAurelian Townsend (fl. 16011643)
Mercury
WThat did descend so fleet?
There is no uphill in the skies,
Clouds stay not feathered feet.
ChorusThy wings are singed, and thou canst fly
But slowly now, swift Mercury.
MercurySome lady here is sure to blame,
That from Love’s starry skies
Hath shot some beam or sent some flame
Like lightning from her eyes.
ChorusTax not the stars with what the sun,
Too near approached, incensed, hath done.
MercuryI’ll roll me in Aurora’s dew
Or lie in Tethys’ bed,
Or from cool Iris beg a few
Pure opal showers new shed.
ChorusNor dew, nor showers, nor sea can slake
Thy quenchless heat, but Lethe’s lake.