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12. A CONSOLATION.

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate ;

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on Thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ;

For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

13. THE UNCHANGEABLE.

O never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify :
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie;

That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.

Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,

That it could so preposterously be stain'd
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good :

For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose : in it thou art my all.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

14.

To me, fair Friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride ;

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the season have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green.

Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived :

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,-
Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

15. DIAPHENIA.

Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly,

White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as my lambs

Are beloved of their dams;
How blest were I if thou would'st prove me.

Diaphenia like the spreading roses,

That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee !

I do love thee as each flower

Loves the sun's life-giving power ; For dead, thy breath to life might move me

Diaphenia like to all things blessed

When all thy praises are expresséd, Dear joy, how I do love thee !

As the birds do love the spring,

Or the bees their careful king :
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me !

H. CONSTABLE.

16. ROSALINE.

Like to the clear in highest sphere
Where all imperial glory shines,
Of selfsame colour is her hair
Whether unfolded, or in twines :

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline !
Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,
Resembling heaven by every wink;
The Gods do fear whenas they glow,
And I do tremble when I think

Heigh ho, would she were mine !

Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud
That beautifies Aurora's face,
Or like the silver crimson shroud
That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace ;

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline !
Her lips are like two budded roses
Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh,

Within which bounds she balm encloses
Apt to entice a deity :

Heigh ho, would she were mine!

Her neck is like a stately tower
Where Love himself imprison'd lies,
To watch for glances every hour
From her divine and sacred eyes :

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline !
Her paps are centres of delight,
Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame,
Where Nature moulds the dew of light
To feed perfection with the same :

Heigh ho, would she were mine!

With orient pearl, with ruby red,
With marble white, with sapphire blue
Her body every way is fed,
Yet soft in touch and sweet in view :

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline !
Nature herself her shape admires ;
The Gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light :

Heigh ho, would she were mine!

Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan
The absence of fair Rosaline,
Since for a fair there's fairer none,
Nor for her virtues so divine :

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline ;
Heigh ho, my heart I would God that she were mine!

T. LODGE.

17. COLIN.

Beauty sat bathing by a spring

Where fairest shades did hide her ;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eya

To see what was forbidden :
But better memory said, fie !
So vain desire was chidden :

Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny !

Into a slumber then I fell,

When fond imagination
Seemed to see,

but could not tell
Her feature or her fashion.
But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,

And sometimes fall a-weeping,
So I awaked, as wise this while
As when I fell a-sleeping :

Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny !

The ShepheRD TONIK,

18. TO HIS LOVE.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate :
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date :

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:

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