GEORGE WITHER. [1588–1667. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. [Partly from Percy's Reliques.] Shall I, wasting in despair, Or my cheeks make pale with care Be she fairer than the day What care I how fair she be? If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues make What care I how good she be? Great or good, or kind or fair, What care I for whom she be? SATYRS B. II., S. 3. I may liken learning to a shield MY MUSE. From the Shepherd's Hunting. She doth tell me where to borrow Poesy, thou sweet'st content That e'er Heaven to mortals lent; Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee; Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born,— Than I am in love with thee. Though our wise ones call it madness, And though some, too, seeming holy, Thou dost teach me to contemn HYMN FOR A POET. Therefore since I reputed am Among these few on whom the times Lord! give me grace to shun their crimes. Not as imprudent poets use, That grace and virtue to destroy Which I should strengthen by my muse; But help to free them of the wrongs Sustained by unseemly rhymes and songs. Author Unknown [About 1603-25 CHEVY-CHACE. The Ancient Ballad Modernized. [From Percy's Reliques.] God prosper long our noble king, A woful hunting once there did To drive the deer with hound and horn, The child may rue that is unborn The stout Earl of Northumberland His pleasure in the Scottish woods, The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chace, These tidings to Earl Douglas came, Who sent Earl Percy present word, With fifteen hundred bow-men bold, The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, And long before high noon, they had Then having dined, the drovers went To rouse the deer again. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods That with their cries the hills and dales Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the slaughtered deer, Quoth he, Earl Douglas promis-ed This day to meet me here. But if I thought he would not come, With that, a brave young gentleman Lo yonder doth Earl Douglas come, All men of pleasant Tivydale, And now with me, my countrymen, That ever did on horseback come, I durst encounter man for man, Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Whose armour shone like gold. Show me, said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here, That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer? |