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Tir'd with all these, from these would I Have from the forests shook three sumbe gone,
mers' pride, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn
In process of the seasons have I seen. No longer mourn for me when I am dead Three April perfumes in three hot Junes Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
burn'd, Give warning to the world that I am fled Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are From this vile world, with vilest worms to
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Nay, if you read this line, remember not. Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd; The hand that writ it; for I love you so So your sweet hue, which methinks still That I in your sweet thoughts would be
doth stand, forgot
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd: If thinking on me then should make you For fear of which, hear this, thou age unwoe.
bred; O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
Ere you were born was beauty's summer When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
dead. 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 When in the chronicle of wasted time your moan
I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And mock you with me after I am gone. And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights;
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, That time of year thou mayst in me be Of band, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, hold
I see their antique pen would have express'd When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do Even such a beauty as you master now. hang
So all their praises are but prophecies Upon those boughs which shake against the | Of this our time, all you prefiguring; cold,
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet | They had not skillenough your worth to sing: birds sang.
For we, which now behold these present In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
days, As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues Which by and by black night doth take
to praise. away, Death's second self, that seals up all in
Let me not to the marriage of true minds In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire Admit impediments. Love is not love That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, Which alters when it alteration finds, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Or bends with the remover to remove. Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd | 0, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark by.
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy It is the star to every wand'ring bark, love more strong, I
Whose worth 's unknown, although his To love that well which thou must leave
height be taken. ere long.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips
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Within his bending sickle's compass come; To me, fair friend, you never can be old, Love alters not with his brief hours and For as you were when first your eye I
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Such seems your beauty still. Three win If this be error and upon me proved, ters cold
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
[Publ. 1648) THE ARGUMENT OF HIS BOOK
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and
bowers, Of April, May, of June and July-flowers; I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails,
wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal
cakes; I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness; I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece Of balın, of oil, of spice and ambergris; I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white; 10 I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King; I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of bearen, and hope to have it after all.
Thy frown last night did bid me go, But whither only grief does know. I do beseech thee ere we part, If merciful as fair thou art, Or else desir'st that maids should tell Thy pity by love's chronicle, O Dianeme, rather kill Me, than to make me languish still ! 'Tis cruelty in thee to th' height Thus, thus to wound, not kill outright; Yet there's a way found, if you please, By sudden death to give me ease; And thus devis'd, do thou but this — Bequeath to me one parting kiss, So sup'rabundant joy shall be The executioner of me.
THE WOUNDED CUPID
DELIGHT IN DISORDER
CUPID, as he lay among
A SWEET disorder in the dress
SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes
Whenas that ruby which you wear, ). Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
DEAR, though to part it be a hell, Yet, Dianeme, now farewell :
Will last to be a precious stone
And open fields and we not see't ? When all your world of beauty's gone. 10 Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey
The proclamation made for May: 40
And siu no more, as we have done, by staying; CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying. Get up, get up for shame, the blooming There's not a budding boy or girl this day morn
But is got up, and gone to bring in May. Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. A deal of youth, ere this, is come See how Aurora throws her fair
Back, and with white-thorn laden home. Fresh-quilted colours through the air: | Some have despatch'd their cakes and Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
cream The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Before that we have left to dream: Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the And some bave wept, and woo'd, and east
plighted troth, Above an hour since : yet you not dress'd; | And chose their priest, ere we can cast off Nay ! not so much as out of bed ?
sloth: When all the birds have matins said to Many a green-gown has been given; 51 And sung their thankful hymns, 't is sin, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Nay, profanation to keep in,
Many a glance too bas been sent Whereas a thousand virgins on this day
From out the eye, love's firmament; Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May. Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
a-Maying. To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green,
Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And sweet as Flora. Take no care And take the harmless folly of the time. For jewels for your gown or hair :
We shall grow old a pace, and die Fear not; the leaves will strew
Before we know our liberty. Gems in abundance upon you :
Our life is short, and our days run Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, As fast away as does the sun; Against you come, some orient pearls un- | And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, wept;
Once lost, can ne'er be found again, Come and receive them while the light So when or you or I are made Hangs on the dew-locks of the night : A fable, song, or fleeting shade, And Titan on the eastern hill
All love, all liking, all delight Retires himself, or else stands still
Lies drowned with us in endless night. Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief | Then while time serves, and we are but dein praying :
caying, Few beads are best when once we go Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
a-Maying. Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, THE CAPTIV'D BEE, OR THE mark
LITTLE FILCHER How each field turns a street, each street a park
As Julia once a-slumbering lay Made green and trimm'd with trees: It chanced a bee did fly that way, see how
After a dew or dew-like shower, Devotion gives each house a bough To tipple freely in a flower. Or branch: each porch, each door ere For some rich flower he took the lip this
Of Julia, and began to sip; An ark, a tabernacle is,
But when he felt he sucked from thence Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; Honey, and in the quintessence, As if here were those cooler shades of love. He drank so much be scarce could stir, Can such delights be in the street
So Julia took the pilferer.
TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COM
MAND HIM ANYTHING
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be, Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
And thus surprised, as filchers use,
YE may simper, blush and smile,
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
To live and die for thee.
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
Will go with you along.
A LITTLE mushroom table spread,