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As from a tree we sundry times espy
A twissell' grow by nature's subtle might,
For one are ta’en, and so appear in sight:
O! where is now become that blessed lake
Wherein those two did bathe to both their joy! How might we do, or such provision make,
To have the hap as had the maiden-boy?
Then should our limbs with lovely link be tied,
And hearts of hate no taste sustain at all : But both, for aye, in perfect league abide,
And each to other live as friendly thrall : That the one might feel the plagues the other had, And partner be of ought that made him glad.
I would not strive, I would not stir a whit,
(As did Cyllenus' son, that stately wight),
1 Double fruit.
But, well content to be hermaphrodite,
Would cling as close to thee as e'er I might: And laugh to think my hap so good to be, As in such sort fast to be link'd to thee.
The assured promise of a constant Lover.
every man embrace his foe;
My love, as long as life shall last,
SIR EDWARD DYER,
A poet whose lot has been rather singular. His name is
generally coupled with that of Sir Philip Sidney, and of the most fashionable writers of the age; and yet Bolton, though almost a contemporary critic, professes “ not to “ have seen much of his poetry." Though a knight, in a reign when knighthood was nobility, the time of his birth
is unknown. Of six pieces, preserved in England's Helicon, only half of
one, appeared worth transcribing, as a specimen of his style.
TO PHILLIS THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS.
My Phillis hath the morning sun,
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flow'rs,
That smile when she treads on them; And Phillis hath a gallant flock,
That leaps since she doth own them.