THE GOLDEN TREASURY

BOOK FIRST

SPRING Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant

king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay, 5 Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear ay birds tune this merry lay,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, 10 In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! Spring ! the sweet Spring!

T. NASH.

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SUMMONS TO LOVE

Phoebus, arise !
And paint the sable skies

With azure, white, and red :
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she thy career may with roses spread :
The nightingales thy coming each-where sing :

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Make an eternal spring,
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;

Spread forth thy golden hair
In larger locks than thou wast wont before, 10

And emperor-like decore
With diadem of pearl thy temples fair :

Chase hence the ugly night
Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light.
-This is that happy morn,

15 That day, long-wished day

Of all my life so dark, (If cruel stars have not 'my ruin sworn

And fates my hopes betray),

Which, purely white, deserves
An everlasting diamond should it mark.
This is the morn should bring unto this grove
My Love, to hear and recompense my love.

Fair King, who all preserves,
But show thy blushing beams,

25 And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Peneüs' streams

Did once thy heart surprise.
Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise :
If that ye, winds, would hear

30 A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,

Your furious chiding stay ;
Let Zephyr only breathe,
And with her tresses play.
-The winds all silent are,

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And Phoebus in his chair
Ensaffroning sea and air
Makes vanish every star :

Night like a drunkard reels
Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels : 40
The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue,
The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ;

Here is the pleasant place-
And nothing wanting is, save She, alas!

W. DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN.

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TIME AND LOVE

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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

The rich proud cost of out-worn buried age ;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

5 Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main,

Increasing store with loss, and loss with store ; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay,

10 Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate

That Time will come and take my Love away : -This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

W. SHAKESPEARE. 4

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out 5

Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout

Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where, alack !

9 Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,

Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? 0! none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO

HIS LOVE

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

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There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

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There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linéd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

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A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs :
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.

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Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 25
For thy delight each May-morning :
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

C. MARLOWE.

A MADRIGAL
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together :

Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care ;
Youth like summer morn,

5 Age like winter weather,

Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare :

Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short,

10 Youth is nimble, Age is lame :

Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame :-
Age, I do abhor thee,

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Youth, I do adore thee;
0! my Love, my Love is young !

Age, I do defy thee

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long. 20

W. SHAKESPEARE.

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat-
Come hither, come hither, come hither! 5

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,

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