XXXIII SONNET. Look how the flower which lingeringly doth fade, With swifter speed declines than erst it spread, Think on thy home, my soul, and think aright 5 10 William Drummond. XXXIV Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines, Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. She sat her by these muskèd eglantines, The happy place the print seems yet to bear; Her voice did sweeten here thy sugared lines, 5 To which winds, trees, beasts, birds did lend an ear. 1Ο William Drummond. XXXV SONNET. Sweet spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train, Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flowers; The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain, The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their showers, Thou turn'st, sweet youth; but ah! my pleasant hours 5 And happy days with thee come not again; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come, which turn my sweets to sours. But she, whose breath embalmed thy wholesome air, 10 William Drummond. XXXVI SONNET. Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part- 5 ΤΟ Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, D Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Let some pleasing dreams beguile I may feel an influence, All my powers of care bereaving! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Beaumont and Fletcher. 5 1Ο 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. 6 Praised be her nymphs, with whom she decks the woods, 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, 10 15 Anon. XLI TRUE GROWTH. It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make men better be; Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. 5 10 Ben Jonson. |