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Sitting in a pleafant shade,
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring:
Every thing did banish moan, .
Save the nightingale alone;
She (poor bird t) as all forlorrr,
Lean'd her bread up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolesull'st ditty,.
That to heat it was great pity:
Fie, sie, sie, now. would she cry;
Tereu, Tereu, by and by;
That to hear her fo complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain:
For her griefs fo lovely shown,
Made methinkupon mine own.
Ah! (thought I) thou mourn'lt in vain,- .
None taites pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless bears, they will not thear thee ;v
King Pandion he is dead;
All thy friends are lap'd in lead;
All thy sellow-birds do sing,
Careless of thy forrowing:
Whilst as sickle fortune smil'd,
Thou and I were both beguil'd; .
Every one that flatters thee,
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind,
Faithsul friends are hard to sind:
Everyman will be-thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ::
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want..
If that one be prodigal,
A Request to his Scornful Love.'
.When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light*.
And place .my-merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against thyself I'll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, tho' thou art forsworn.
With mine'own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can'set down a story
Of faults conceal-'d, wherein I am attainted:
That thou in losing me shalt win -much glory:
And I by this will be a gainer too.
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee;
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee 'vantage, double 'vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I fo belong,
That sor thy right, myselt will bear all wrong.. .
Say that thou didst forfake me for some faults
For thee, against mysels, I'll vow debate; .
For I must ne'er love him, whom thou dost hate.
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now,
Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,.
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in sor an after loss:
Ah! do not, when nvy heart hath 'fcap'd this forrow,.
Come in the rereward of a conquer'd woe!
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last;
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the. onset come, so shall I taste
At sirst the very worst of fortune's might.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe^.
Compar'd with loss of thee, will not seem fo.
Some glory in their birth, fome in their skill, Some in their wealth, fome in their bodies force,. Some in their garments, tho' new-fangled ill; Some in their hawks and hounds, fome in their horse: And eveiy humour hath" his adjunct pleasure, Wherein it sinds a joy above the rest, i But these particulars are not my measure, All these I better,. in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Richer than wealth, prouder than garments cost ;. Of more delight than hawks or horses be: And having thee, of all mens pride I boast. Wretched in this alone, that thou may'st takeAll this away, and. me most wretched make.
A Lovers Affe^Hon, though his Love prove Unconstant*.
But do thy worst to stealthyself away, ';.
But what's fo blessed fair, that sears no blot?"
Thou may'st be salse, and yet I know it not.
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
They that hare power to'hurt* and will do none,
For sweeteitthings-turn fourest by their deeds ; .
Lilies, that sester, smell far worse than weeds.
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame,