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Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
-Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain,
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ;
With dark forgetting of my care return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth :
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
S. DANIEL. 36
That so sweetly were forsworn,
Lights that do mislead the morn :
LOVE'S FAREWELL Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,
Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, 10 When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes, -Now if thou would'st, when all have given him
over, From death to life thou might’st him yet recover!
TO HIS LUTE My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
With thy green mother in some shady grove,
When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds
approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow,
Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above,
But orphans' wailings to the fainting ear;
W. DRUMMOND. 39
Which have no correspondence with true sight : Or if they have, where is my judgement fled
That censures falsely what they see aright ? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so ? If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's : No, How can it ? O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears ? No marvel then though I mistake my view :
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find !
THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS
While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain,
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song play'd he : Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
So long as I was in your sight
I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ;
Another Shepherd you did see
To whom your heart was soon enchainéd ;
Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out and he was in. Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Sure you have made me passing glad
That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had
To choose you for my best beloved :
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :-
Or that their love were firm, not fickle still,
By service long to purchase their good will ; But when I see how frail those creatures are, I muse that men forget themselves so far. To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan; Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; 10 Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist, And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can please, And train them to our lure with subtle oath,
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease ;
E. VERE, EARL OF OXFORD.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.