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Oh, sweetest melancholy!
Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fastened to the ground,
A tongue chained up, without a

Fountain-head and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves !
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and

owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still

gloomy valley: Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely


If Court and Church reply,

Give Court and Church the lie.
Tell Potentates they live
Acting, but oh! their actions;
Not loved, unless they give,
Nor strong but by their factions ;

If Potentates reply,
Give Potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of state,
Their purpose is ambition;
Their practice only hate:

And if they do reply,

Then give them all the lie. Tell those that brave it most They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost Seek nothing but commending:

And if they make reply,

Spare not to give the lie.
Tell Zeal it lacks devotion;
Tell Love it is but lust;
Tell Time it is but motion;
Tell Flesh it is but dust:

And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.


OUT upon it: I have loved

Three whole days together; And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.

Time shall moult away his wings

Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again

Such a constant lover.

But the spite on't is, no praise

Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays,

Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,

And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.


Tell Age it daily wasteth;
Tell Honor how it alters;
Tell Beauty that it blasteth;
Tell Favor that she falters:

And as they do reply,

Give every one the lie. Tell Wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over wiseness :

And if they do reply,

Then give them both the lie. Tell Physic of her boldness; Tell Skill it is pretension; Tell Charity of coldness; Tell Law it is contention :

And if they yield reply,

Then give them all the lie.
Tell Fortune of her blindness;
Tell Nature of decay;
Tell Friendship of unkindness;
Tell Justice of delay:

And if they do reply,
Then give them still the lie.


Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:

Go, since I needs must die,

And give them all the lie. Go tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Go tell the Church it shows What's good, but does no good:

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