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Her barèd bosom she doth broad display; Lo! see soon after how she fades and falls

away!

And twixt the pearls and rubies softly brake A silver sound, that heavenly music seemed

to make.

So passeth, in the passing of a day,
Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower;
No more doth flourish after first decay,
That erst was sought to deck both bed and

bower Of many a lady and many a paramour. Gather therefore the rose whilest yet is prime,

[deflower; For soon comes age that will her pride Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time, Whilest loving thou mayst loved be with

equal crime.

fair,

BELPHEBE.

A GOODLY lady clad in hunter's weed, That seemed to be a woman of great worth, And by her stately portance born of hea

venly birth.

Upon her eyelids many graces sate,
Under the shadow of her even brows,
Working belgardes and amorous retrate;
And every one her with a grace endows,
And every one with meekness to her bows:
So glorious mirror of celestial grace,
And sovereign moniment of mortal vows,
How shall frail pen describe her heavenly
face,

{to disgrace! For fear, through want of skill, her beauty So fair, and thousand thousand times more

[sight; She seemed, when she presented was to And was yclad for heat of scorching air, All in a silken Camus, lily white, Purfled upon with many a folded plight, Which all above besprinkled was through

out With golden aygulets that glistered bright, Like twinkling stars; and all the skirt about Was hemmed with golden fringe. Below her ham her weed did somewhat train,

[embayled And her straight legs most bravely were In gilden buskins of costly cordwàyne, All barred with golden bends, which were entayled

(mayled. With curious antiques, and full fair auBefore they fastened were under her knee In a rich jewel, and therein entrayled The ends of all the knots, that none might

[enwrapped be: How they within their" foldings close

Her face so fair, as flesh it seemèd not, But heavenly portrait of bright angel's hue, Clear as the sky, withouten blame or blot, Through goodly mixture of complexions

due; And in her cheeks the vermeil red did shew Like roses in a bed of lilies shed, The which ambrosial odours from them

threw; And gazers' sense with double pleasure fed; Able to heal the sick and to revive the dead.

see

In her fair eyes two living lamps did flame, Kindled above at th' heavenly Maker's

light, And darted fiery beams out of the same, So passing persaunt and so wondrous bright,

[sight: That quite bereaved the rash beholder's In them the blinded god his lustful fire To kindle oft assayed, but had no might; For, with dread majesty and awful ire, She broke his wanton darts, and quenched

base desire.

Like two fair marble pillars they were seen, Which do the temple of the gods support, Whom all the people deck with garlands

green, And honour in their festival resort; Those same with stately grace and princely

port She taught to tread, when she herself would grace,

[play, But with the woody nymphs when she did Or when the flying libbard she did chase, She could then nimbly move, and after fly apace.

[held, And in her hand a sharp boar-spear she And at her back a bow and quiver gay, Stuffed with steel-headed darts, wherewith

· she quelled

Her ivory forehead full of bounty brave,
Like a broad table did itself dispread,
For Love his lofty triumphs to engrave,
And write the battles of his great godhead:
All good and honour might therein beread;
For there their dwelling was. And, when
she spake,

(shed; Sweet words like dropping honey she did

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MICHAEL DRAYTON.

1563-1631. THE SONG OF BIRDS.

Her yellow locks crispèd like golden wire, About her shoulders weren loosely shed, And when the wind amongst them did

inspire, They waved like a pennon wide dispread, And low behind her back were scattered ; And, whether art it were or heedless hap, As through the flowering forest rash she

fled, In her rude hair sweet flowers themselves did lap,

[did enwrap. And flourishing fresh leaves and blossoms Such as Diana, by the sandy shore Of swift Eurotas, or on Cynthus green, Where all the nymphs have her unwares forlore,

[keen, Wand'reth alone, with bow and arrows To seek her game; or, as that famous

queen Of Amazons, whom Pyrrhus did destroy, The day the first of Priam she was seen, Did show herself in great triumphant joy, To succour the weak state of sad afflicted

Troy.

ANGELS.

WHEN Phoebus lifts his head out of the

winter's wave, No sooner does the earth her flowery

bosom brave, (pleasant spring At such time as the year brings on the But “hunt's up" to the morn the feathered sylvans sing;

(knoll, And in the lower grove, as on the rising Upon the highest spray of every mounting pole

(speckled breast Those choristers are perched, with many a Then from her burnished gate the goodly

glittering east [merous night Gilds every lofty top, which late the nuBespangled had with pearl to please the

morning's sight : On which the mirthful choirs, with their

clear open throats, [ling notes, Unto the joyful morn so strain their warbThat hills and valleys ring, and even the echoing air

[everywhere. Seems all composed of sounds, about them The throstle with shrill sharps, as purposely he song

(so long T' awake the lustless sun, or chiding that He was in coming forth, that should the thickets thrill :

[bill, Thewoosel near at hand, that hath a golden As nature him had marked of purpose to let see

[different be, That from all other birds his tunes should For with their vocal sounds they sing to pleasant May:

[play; Upon this dulcet pipe the merle doth only When, in the lower brake, the nightingale hard by

[doth ply, In such lamenting strains the joyful hours As though the other birds she to her tunes would draw;

[ing law) And, but that Nature (by her all-constrainEach bird to her own kind this season doth invite,

[the night, They else, alone to hear that charmer of

And is there care in heaven? And is there

love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move? There is : else much more wretched were

the case Of men than beasts : but, oh! th' exceed

ing grace Of Highest God, that loved His creatures SO,

[brace, And all His works with mercy doth emThat blesséd angels He sends to and fro, To serve to wicked men, to serve His wicked

foe!

How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant !

sense

(The more to use their ears) their voices

sure would spare That moduleth her tunes so admirably rare, As man to set in parts at first had learned

of her. To Philomel, the next the linnet we prefer, And by that warbling bird, the wood-lark,

place we then [and the wren. The reed-sparrow, the nope, the redbreast, The yellow-pate, which, though she hurt the blooming tree,

(she. Yet scarce hath any bird a finer pipe than And of these chaunting fowls, the goldfinch not behind,

[her kind. That hath so many sorts descending from The tydy from her notes as delicate as they, The laughing hecco, then the counterfeiting jay;

(the leaves, The softer with the shrill (some hid among Some in the taller trees, some in the lower greaves)

(tain sun Thus sing away the morn, until the mounThrough thick exhalèd fogs his golden

head hath run, (covert creeps, And through the twisted tops of our close To kiss the gentle shade, the while that

sweetly sleeps.

I have not seen the place could more sur

prise, More beautiful in nature's varied dyes. Lo! the blue bind-weed doth itself infold With honeysuckle, and both these entwine Themselves with briony and jessamine To cast a kind and odoriferous shade: The balmy West-wind blows, and every

(their heads, Is soothed and courted :-trees have got The fields their coats, the dewy shining

meads Do boast the pansy, lily, and the rose, And every flower doth laugh as Zephyr

blows. The seas are now more even than the earth, Or gently swell as curled by Zephyr's

breath ; The rivers run as smoothed by his hand ; The wanton heifer through the grassy land Plays wildly free, her horns scarce budding yet ;

(lambs While in the sunny fields the new-dropped Gambol, rejoicing round their milky dams. Hark! how each bough a several music

yields;
The lusty throstle, early nightingale,
Accord in tune, though vary in their tale.
The chirping swallow, called forth by the

sun,
And crested lark doth her division run.
The yellow bees the air with music fill,
The finches carol, and the turtles bill.

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

1564-1616.

CLEOPATRA.

MILD-BREATHING Zephyr, father of the Spring,

[king, Who in the verdant meads doth reign sole Who, sheltered here, shrunk from the

wintry day, And careless slept the stormy hours away, Hath roused himself, and shook his feathers

wet With purple-swelling odours, and hath let The sweet and fruitful dew fall on this ground,

[found. To force out all the flowers that might be The gaudy peacock boasts not in his train So many lights and shadows, nor the rain Heaven-painted bow, when that the sun doth court her,

[sport her Nor purple pheasant, while her mate doth To hear him crow, and with a beauteous

pride Wave his discoloured neck and purple side.

THE barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,

[gold; Burned on the water: the poop was beaten Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver,

(made Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own

person, It beggared all description : she did lie In her pavilion (cloth-of-gold of tissue), O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature. On each side

her

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