26 26 E. VERE, EARL OF OXFORD For all your love was past and done Two days before it was begun :Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. 41 A RENUNCIATION ANON. If women could be fair, and yet not fond, 35 5 To mark the choice they make, and how they change, How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan ; Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range, These gentle birds that fly from man to man; 10 Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist, And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, 15 To pass the time when nothing else can please, And train them to our lure with subtle oath, Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease; And then we say when we their fancy try, To play with fools, O what a fool was I! E. VERE, EARL OF OXFORD. 42 Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Although thy breath be rude. 5 Heigh hosing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. 10 15 Heigh hosing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. 20 W. SHAKESPEARE. 43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: 5 -But he, grim grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed and will not come. W. DRUMMOND. 44 DIRGE OF LOVE Come away, come away, Death, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death, no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; 5 10 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. 15 W. SHAKESPEARE. 45 FIDELE Fear no more the heat o' the sun Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, 5 Fear no more the frown o' the great, 10 Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must Fear no more the lightning-flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : W. SHAKESPEARE. 15 46 A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made ;' But doth suffer a sea-change 47 W. SHAKESPEARE. A LAND DIRGE Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, 5 The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again. J. WEBSTER, 10 48 POST MORTEM If thou survive my well-contented day cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme Exceeded by the height of happier men. 5 O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought- A dearer birth than this his love had brought 49 THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH No longer mourn for me when I am dead 10 From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O if, I say, you look upon this verse 5 When I perhaps compounded am with clay, 10 Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay ; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone. 50 W. SHAKESPEARE. MADRIGAL Tell me where is Fancy bred, |