EDMUND SPENSER. THE HOUSE OF RICHES. THAT house's form within was rude and strong, Like an huge cave hewn out of rocky clift, From whose rough vault the ragged breaches hung Embossed with massy gold of glorious gift, And with rich metal loaded every rift, That heavy ruin they did seem to threat; And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web, and spread her subtle net, Enwrapped in foul smoke and clouds more black than jet. Both roof, and floor, and walls, were all of gold, But overgrown with dust and old de ROBERT SOUTHWELL. [1560-1595.] CONTENT AND RICH. I DWELL in grace's courts, Faith guides my wit, love leads my will, In lowly vales I mount My conscience is my crown, That lies too high for base contempt, My wishes are but few, I make the limits of my power I have no hopes but one, I feel no care of coin, I clip high-climbing thoughts, Their fate is worst, that from the height Silk sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear : I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear. I wrestle not with rage But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late-enragéd foe And, taught with often proof, Spare diet is my fare, My clothes more fit than fine; I know I feed and clothe a foe That, pampered, would repine. I envy not their hap Whom favor doth advance: To rise by others' fall I deem a losing gain: All states with others' ruins built To ruins run amain. No change of fortune's calms Can cast my comforts down: When fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown; And when, in froward mood, ALEXANDER HUME. [About 1599.] A SUMMER'S DAY. THE time so tranquil is and clear, That nowhere shall ye find, Save on a high and barren hill, An air of passing wind. All trees and simples, great and small, The ships becalmed upon the seas, So earth falls down, and fire doth mount Who ever ceased to wish when he had above, Till both their proper elements do wealth? Or having wisdom was not vexed in touch. mind? Then as a bee, which among weeds doth | There is she crowned with garlands of fall, Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay, She lights on that and this, and tasteth all; But pleased with none, doth rise and soar away. So when the soul finds here no true content, And like Noah's dove can no sure footing take, She doth return from whence she first was sent, And flies to Him that first her wings content; This honey tasted still, is ever sweet; OF this fair volume which we World do The pleasure of her ravished thought is such, As almost here she with her bliss doth meet. But when in heaven she shall his essence see, This is her sovereign good, and perfect bliss, Her longings, wishings, hopes, all finished be, Her joys are full, her motions rest in this. name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects, and did it frame, We clear might read the art and wisdom LADY ELIZABETH CAREW. Of public fame, or private breath; 13 Who envies none that chance doth raise, Who hath his life from rumors freed, Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray, This man is freed from servile bands, LADY ELIZABETH CAREW REVENGE OF INJURIES. THE fairest action of our human life His adversary's heart to him doth ue; If we a worthy enemy do find, To yield to worth it must be nobly done; But if of baser metal be his mind, In base revenge there is no honor won. Who would a worthy courage overthrow? And who would wrestle with a worthless foe? We say our hearts are great, and cannot yield; Because they cannot yield, it proves them poor: Great hearts are tasked beyond their power but seld; The weakest lion will the loudest roar. Truth's school for certain doth this same allow; High-heartedness doth sometimes teach to bow. |