WILLIAM BYRD. Of a clear conscience, that (without all I see how plenty surfeits oft, stain) Rises in peace, in innocency rests; Whilst all that Malice from without pro cures Shows her own ugly heart, but hurts not yours. And whereas none rejoice more in revenge, Than women use to do; yet you well know, That wrong is better checked by being contemned, Than being pursued; leaving to him to avenge, To whom it appertains. Wherein you show How worthily your clearness hath condemned Base malediction, living in the dark, That at the rays of goodness still doth bark. Knowing the heart of man is set to be As he must bear, being powerless to redress: And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man. WILLIAM BYRD. [1540-1623.] MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. My mind to me a kingdom is; That God or Nature hath assigned; Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Content I live; this is my stay, I seek no more than may suffice. I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring. And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as sit aloft 15 Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil, and keep with fear; Such cares my mind could never bear. No princely pomp nor wealthy store, No shape to win a lover's eye, - Some have too much, yet still they crave; And I am rich with little store. I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain; No worldly wave my mind can toss; I brook that is another's bane. I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend; I loathe not life, nor dread mine end. I joy not in no earthly bliss; I fear not fortune's fatal law; I wish but what I have at will; In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain To get what must be lost again. I kiss not where I wish to kill; I feign not love where most I hate; I break no sleep to win my will; I wait not at the mighty's gate. I scorn no poor, I fear no rich; I feel no want, nor have too much. The court nor cart I like nor loathe; Extremes are counted worst of all; The golden mean betwixt them both Doth surest sit, and fears no fall; This is my choice; for why, I find No wealth is like a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease; My conscience clear my chief defence; I never seek by bribes to please, Nor by desert to give offence. Thus do I live, thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I! WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. [1564-1616.] SONGS. ARIEL'S SONG. WHERE the bee sucks, there lurk I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry; After summer merrily, Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. THE FAIRY TO PUCK. OVER hill, over dale, AMIENS'S SONG. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: 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; They are the lords and owners of their No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; Thy registers and thee I both defy, This I do vow, and this shall ever be, BEN JONSON. [1574-1637.] THE NOBLE NATURE. IT is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be. SONG OF HESPERUS. QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair, Earth, let not thy envious shade The rock, the spindle, and the shears control Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours. Such when I meant to feign, and wished 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. WOULDST thou hear what man can say As much beauty as could die,— Than that it lived at all. Farewell! UNKNOWN. [Before 1649.] 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; |