JOHN FORD (fl. 1639) SONG FROM THE BROKEN HEART Can you paint a thought? or number Can you count soft minutes roving No, O, no! yet you may All loves, all hearts, Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, Can but please The outward senses, when the mind Is or untroubled or by peace refined. IST VOICE. Crowns may flourish and decay, 5 Beauties shine, but fade away. 2ND VOICE. Youth may revel, yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust. 3RD VOICE. Earthly honours flow and waste, Time alone doth change and last. CHOR. ΙΟ Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Rest for care; Love only reigns in death; though art Can find no comfort for a broken heart. 146 Must in his harvest or lose all again. Now must he pluck the rose lest other hands, Or tempests, blemish what so fairly stands: And therefore, as they had before decreed, Our shepherd gets a boat, and with all speed, In night, that doth on lovers' actions smile, Arrived safe on Mona's fruitful isle.2 152 Between two rocks (immortal, without mother,) That stand as if out-facing one another, Where never gale was longer known to stay 159 How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door ere this Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove; 40 CHAPTER I. PISCATOR, VENATOR, AUCEPS 4 Piscator. You are well overtaken, Gentlemen! A good morning to you both! I have stretched my legs up Tottenham Hill to overtake you, hoping your business may occasion you towards Ware, whither I am going this fine fresh May morning. Venator. Sir, I, for my part, shall almost answer your hopes; for my purpose is to drink my morning's draught at the Thatched House in Hoddesden; and I think not to rest till I come thither, where I have appointed a friend or two to meet me: but for this gentleman that you see with me, I know not how far he intends his journey; he came so lately into |