XXXIV SONNET. Sweet spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train, Do with thee come, which turn my sweets to sours. But she, whose breath embalmed thy wholesome air, 5 ΙΟ William Drummond. XXXV SONNET. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, 5 ΙΟ Michael Drayton. XXXVI A SAD SONG. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my powers of care bereaving! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Oh, let my joys have some abiding! D Beaumont and Fletcher. 5 IO XXXVIII SONG. Lay a garland on my hearse Maidens, willow branches bear; My love was false, but I was firm Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth! 5 Beaumont and Fletcher. XXXIX THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS SACRED DIANA. Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light, Praised be the dews, wherewith she moists the ground: Praised be her beams, the glory of the night, Praised be her power, by which all powers abound. Praised be her nymphs, with whom she decks the woods, Praised be her knights, in whom true honour lives: Praised be that force by which she moves the floods, Let that Diana shine which all these gives. In heaven Queen she is among the spheres, She, mistress-like, makes all things to be pure; Eternity in her oft change she bears, She beauty is, by her the fair endure. Time wears her not, she doth his chariot guide, By her the virtue of the stars down slide, 6 ΙΟ 15 Anon. XL TRUE GROWTH. It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make men better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. 5 ΙΟ Which in his height of pride, To the King sending; And turning to his men, Yet have we well begun, By fame been raised. 'And for myself,' quoth he, "This my full rest shall be; Nor more esteem me. 20 25 30 England ne'er mourn for me, 35 |