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I DO Confess thou 'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee,

Had I not found the lightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee:

But I can let thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.

I do confess thou 'rt sweet; yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favors are but like the wind,

That kisses everything it meets; And since thou canst with more than one, Thou 'rt worthy to be kissed by none.

The morning rose that untouched stands Armed with her briers, how sweetly smells!

But plucked and strained through ruder hands,


[About 1640.]


PACK clouds away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow;
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft,
To give my love good-morrow.
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I 'il borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing,
To give my love good-morrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast;
Sing, birds, in every furrow;
And from each hill let music shrill
Give my fair love good-morrow.
Black bird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow;
You pretty elves, among yourselves,
Sing my fair love good-morrow.


No inore her sweetness with her dwells, I SOUGHT thee round about, O thou my

But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one.

Such fate, erelong, will thee betide, When thou hast handled been awhile,

Like sere flowers to be thrown aside:
And I will sigh, while some will smile,
To see thy love for more than one
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.


[1600-1644.] MUSIC.

O LULL me, lull me, charming air!
My senses rock with wonder sweet:
Like snow on wool thy fallings are;
Soft, like a spirit's, are thy feet!
Grief who need fear
That hath an ear?
Down let him lie

And slumbering die,

And change his soul for harmony!


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