All trees and simples, great and small, Than they were painted on a wall, No more they move or steir. 50 Refreshed with dew and silver showers, The clogged busy humming bees, 65 That never think to drone, On flowers and flourishes of trees, So fervently can beat, That man and beast now seek a place 30 The herds beneath some leafy tree, Amidst the flowers they lie ; The stable ships upon the sea With gilded eyes and open wings, 85 The cock his courage shows; The reek throws right up in the air The gloming comes, the day is spent, 105 And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright. The scarlet nor the golden thread, IIO Our west horizon circular, From time the sun be set, Is all with rubies, as it were, Or roses red o'erfret. What pleasure were to walk and see, Endlong a river clear, The perfect form of every tree 115 And can to other say, Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Alexander Hume. IX A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY, HOWSOEVER HE BE REWARDED. Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, 5 IO Thrall, or at large, alive whereso I dwell, X AN APPEAL. Forget not yet the tried intent Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! Forget not! oh! forget not this, Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved, Sir Thomas Wyat. 5 IC 15 20 ΧΙ A RENUNCIATION. If women could be fair, and yet not fond, To mark the choice they make, and how they change, Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, To pass the time when nothing else can please, 5 ΙΟ 15 XII THE EXCELLENCY OF HIS LOVE. Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain : The best of yours, I dare well say'n, Than doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. 5 |