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Is it for want of sleep,
Or childish lullaby ?
Or brought a kiss
By your tears shed,
Would have this lecture read, “That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth."
Here are two more of Herrick's sweet songs :
Fair daffodils ! we weep to see
You haste away so soon ;
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay as you,
We have as short a Spring ;
you, or any thing :
Ne'er to be found again.
To Blossoms :
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past,
And go at last.
Now let us rehearse that famous old song of Marlowe, the favorite of that honest philosopher, angler, and right worthy gentleman, Izaac Walton :
Come live with me and be my love,
There will we sit upon the rocks,
A gown made of the finest wool,
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
Here is the opening passage of a poem by Daniel, who, for the vigor of his verse, was styled the Atticus of his day :
He that of such a height hath built his mind,
The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey !
Love is a sickness full of woes,
All remedies refusing ;
A tempest everlasting ;
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
Among favorite love-lyrics of the olden time, is that entitled Rosalind's Madrigal, by LODGE. Here it is :
Love in my bosom, like a bee,
Doth suck his sweet ;
Now with his feet.
he robs me of my rest :
With pretty light,
The livelong night.
Whist, wanton, still ye, Else I, with roses, every day
Will whip you bence, And bind you, when you long to play,
For your offence : I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in ; I'll make you fast it for your sin ; I'll count your power not worth a pin ; Alas! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me?