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Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell, Whose want too well now feels my friendless case ; But ah ! here fits not well

141 Old woes, but joys, to tell Against the bridal day, which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly, till I end my song. Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer, 145 Great England's glory and the world's wide

wonder, Whose dreadful name late through all Spain did

thunder,
And Hercules' two pillars standing near

Did make to quake and fear :
Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry !

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That fillest England with thy triumphs' fame,
Joy have thou of thy noble victory,
And endless happiness of thine own name

That promiseth the same ; That gh thy prowess and victorious arms 155 Thy country may be freed from foreign harms,

Ănd great Eliza's glorious name may ring, Through all the world, fill'd with thy wide alarms

Which some brave Muse may sing
To ages following,

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Upon the bridal day, which is not long :
Sweet Thames ! run softly, till I end my song.
From those high towers this noble lord issúing

Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hair

In th' ocean billows he hath bathéd fair, 165 Descended to the river's open viewing

With a great train ensuing. Above the rest were goodly to be seen

Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature, Beseeming well the bower of any queen,

170 With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature,

Fit for so goodly stature, That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight Which deck the baldric of the Heavens bright ;

They two, forth pacing to the river's side,

175 Received those two fair brides, their love's delight ;

Which, at th' appointed tide,

Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day, which is not long : 179 Sweet Thames ! run softly, till I end my song.

E. SPENSER.

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THE HAPPY HEART

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers ?

O sweet content !
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed ?

O punishment !
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed 5
To add to golden numbers, golden numbers ?
O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content !

Work apace, apace, apace, apace ;

Honest labour bears a lovely face ; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! 10 Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring ?

O sweet content ! Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own

tears ?

O punishment !
Then he that patiently want's burden bears 15
No burden bears, but is a king, a king !
O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content !

Work apace, apace, apace, apace ;
Honest labour bears a lovely face ;
Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny !

20 T. DEKKER.

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This Life, which seems so fair,
Is like a bubble blown up in the air

By sporting children's breath,
Who chase it everywhere

4 And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometime seem of its own might,

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Like to an eye of gold, to be fix'd there, And firm to hover in that empty height, That only is because it is so light.

-But in that pomp it doth not long appear ; For, when 'tis most admired, in a thought, Because it erst was nought, it turns to nought.

W. DRUMMOND.

56

SOUL AND BODY

Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth,

[Fool'd by] those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, 5

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,

Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, Soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,

And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; 10 Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ;

Within be fed, without be rich no more :

So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there's no more dying then.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

57

LIFE
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man

Less than a span :
In his conception wretched, from the womb

So to the tomb ;
Cuist from the cradle, and brought up to years

With cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust
Yet since with sorrow here we live opprest,
What life is best ?

10 Courts are but only superficial schools

To dandle fools :
The rural parts are turn'd into a den

Of savage men :
And where's a city from all vice so free,

15 But may be term'd the worst of all the three ? Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed,

Or pains his head :
Those that live single, take it for a curse,
Or do things worse :

20 Some would have children : those that have them

moan

Or wish them gone :
What is it, then, to have, or have no wife,
But single thraldom, or a double strife ?
Our own affections still at home to please 25

Is a disease :
To cross the sea to any foreign soil,

Perils and toil :
Wars with their noise affright us ; when they cease,
We are worse in peace ;

30 What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or, being born, to die?

LORD BACON.

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THE LESSONS OF NATURE
Of this fair volume which we World do name

If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of Him who it corrects, and did it frame,

We clear might read the art and wisdom rare Find out His power which wildest powers dath tame,

5 His providence extending everywhere,

His justice which proud rebels doth not spare, In every page, no period of the same. But silly we, like foolish children, rest

Well pleased with colour'd vellum, leaves of gold, Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best, 11

On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold ; Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught, It is some picture on the margin wrought.

W. DRUMMOND.

59 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move ?

Is this the justice which on Earth we find ?

Is this that firm decree which all both bind ? Are these your influences, Powers above ?

4 Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind, Blinu Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove; And they who thee, poor idol, Virtue ! love,

Ply like a feather toss'd by storm and wind. Ah ! if a Providence doth sway this all, Why should best minds groan under most distress ?

10 Or why should pride humility make thrall,

And injuries the innocent oppress ? Heavens ! hinder, stop this fate ; or grant a time When good may have, as well as bad, their prime.

W. DRUMMOND.

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