WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Golden lads and girls all must, Fear no more the frown o' the great, Fear no more the lightning flash, No exorciser harm thee! 17 And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long-since-cancelled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave erelong. THEY that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from ex pense; UNKNOWN. 19 Lay thy bow of pearl apart, Space to breathe, how short soever: ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD. THIS morning, timely rapt with holy fire, I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, What kind of creature I could most desire, To honor, serve, and love; as poets use, I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great; I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride; I meant each softest virtue there should HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIR! How near to good is what is fair! Which we no sooner see, But with the lines and outward air We wish to see it still, and prove What ways we may deserve; We court, we praise, we more than love, We are not grieved to serve. EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. As much beauty as could die, UNKNOWN. [Before 1649.] Farewell! LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY. OVER the mountains, And under the waves, Over the fountains, And under the graves, Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie, Where there is no place For the receipt of a fly, Where the gnat dares not venture, If Love come he will enter, If that he were hidden, And all men that are, Were strictly forbidden That place to declare; Winds that have no abidings, Pitying their delay, Would come and bring him tidings, And direct him the way. If the earth should part him, He would gallop it o'er; He would swim to the shore. Through the air to stray, Love will lend wings to follow, And will find out the way. There is no striving To cross his intent, There is no contriving His plots to prevent; But if once the message greet him, If death should come and meet him, UNKNOWN. [Before 1649.] · BEGONE DULL CARE! BEGONE dull care! I prithee begone from me: Begone dull care! Thou and I can never agree. Long while thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill; But i' faith, dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will. Too much care Will make a young man gray; Will turn an old man to clay. For I hold it is the wisest thing, Hence, dull care, I'll none of thy company; Hence, dull care, Thou art no pair for me. We'll hunt the wild boar through the wold, So merrily pass the day; And then at night, o'er a cheerful bowl, We'll drive dull care away. BISHOP RICHARD CORBETT. [1582-1635.] FAREWELL TO THE FAIRIES. FAREWELL rewards and fairies! And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wont to do; Yet who of late, for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe? The moon shines bright, and the stars Lament, lament, old Abbeys, give a light, A little before it is day; So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May! The fairies' lost command; They did but change priests' babies, But some have changed your land; And all your children sprung from thence Are now grown Puritans; Who live as changelings ever since, At morning and at evening both, Witness those rings and roundelays And later, James came in, By which we note the fairies Their dances were procession: Or else they take their ease. A tell-tale in their company UNKNOWN. Their mirth, was punished sure; It was a just and Christian deed, To pinch such black and blue: O, how the commonwealth doth need Such justices as you! 21. When lads and lasses merry be, With possets and with junkets fine; Unseen of all the company, I eat their cakes and sip their wine! I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek-Who's this? I answer naught but ho, ho, ho! |