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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,
Bountisul they will him call:
And with such-like flattering,.
Pity but he was a king.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice.
Is to women-he be bent,
They have him at commandment!"
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewel his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before, -
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou forrowy he will weep;
If thou awake, he cannot fleep.-.
Thus of every grief in- heart.
He with thee doth bear a parti
These are certain signs, to know
Faithsul friend from flattering foe.

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
And I will comment upon that offence;
Speak of my lameness, and I strait will halt;
Against thy reasoHS making no desence.
Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half fo ill, .
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace ;. knowing thy will,
1 will acquaintance strangle, and look strange ; ..
Be absent from thy walks, and on my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I (too much profane) should do it wrong,
Aild haply of our old acquaintance tell.

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, ';.
For term of lise thou art assured mine;
And lise no longer than my love will stay,.
For it depends upon that love os thine.
Then need I not to sear the worst of wrongs,
When in the least of them my lise hath end;
I see a better state to me belongs,
Than that which on my humour doth depend;
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind^
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie;
Oh ! what a happy title do I sind,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!

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,
Like a deceived husband; fo love's face
May still seem love to me, tho' alter'd new;
Thy looks with me> thy heart in other place* .
For there can live no-hatred in-thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot k-now thy change;
In manies looks the false hear t's' history
Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange:
But heaven in thycreation- did decree,
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks shall nothing thence but sweetness tell.
How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow,
If thy sweet virtue answ-er not thy show!

They that hare power to'hurt* and will do none,
That do not do the thing they must do, show;
Who movisigothers,are themselves as stone-
Unmoved, cold and to temptation flow:
They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expence;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence. v
The summer's flower is to- the summer sweet,
Tho' to itself it only live and die-;
But if that flower with base insection meet, .
The basest vreed otrt-braves his dignity:

For sweeteitthings-turn fourest by their deeds ; .

Lilies, that sester, smell far worse than weeds.

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame,
Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,
Doth spot the beauty os thy budding name?
Oh! in what sweets dost thou thy sins inclose!
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
(Making lascivious comments on rhy sport).
Cannot dispraise, but in a kin.i os praise ; .
Nanjing thy .name; blefles an ill report..

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