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Of all my life so dark,

       (If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn

       And fates not hope betray),

       Which, purely white, deserves

       An everlasting diamond should it mark.

       This is the morn should bring unto this grove

       My Love, to hear and recompense my love.

       Fair King, who all preserves,

       But show thy blushing beams,

       And thou two sweeter eyes

       Shalt see than those which by Penéus' streams

       Did once thy heart surprize.

       Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise:

       If that ye winds would hear

       A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,

       Your furious chiding stay;

       Let Zephyr only breathe

       And with her tresses play.

      —The winds all silent are,

       And Phoebus in his chair

       Ensaffroning sea and air

       Makes vanish every star:

       Night like a drunkard reels

       Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels:

       The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue,

       The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue;

       Here is the pleasant place—

       And nothing wanting is, save She, alas.

       WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN.

      3. TIME AND LOVE.

       When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

       The rich proud cost of out-worn buried age;

       When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,

       And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.

       When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

       Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

       And the firm soil win of the watery main,

       Increasing store with loss, and loss with store.

       When I have seen such interchange of state,

       Or state itself confounded to decay,

       Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate—

       That Time will come and take my Love away.

      —This thought is as a death, which cannot choose

       But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

       W. SHAKESPEARE.

      4.

       Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,

       But sad mortality o'ersways their power,

       How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,

       Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

       O how shall summer's honey breath hold out,

       Against the wreckful siege of battering days,

       When rocks impregnable are not so stout,

       Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?

       O fearful meditation, where, alack!

       Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?

       Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,

       Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?

       O! none, unless this miracle have might,

       That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

       W. SHAKESPEARE.

      5. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

       Come live with me and be my Love,

       And we will all the pleasures prove

       That hills and valleys, dale and field,

       And all the craggy mountains yield.

       There will we sit upon the rocks

       And see the shepherds feed their flocks

       By shallow rivers, to whose falls

       Melodious birds sing madrigals.

       There will I make thee beds of roses

       And a thousand fragrant posies,

       A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

       Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

       A gown made of the finest wool,

       Which from our pretty lambs we pull,

       Fair-lined slippers for the cold,

       With buckles of the purest gold.

       A belt of straw and ivy-buds

       With coral clasps and amber studs:

       And if these pleasures may thee move,

       Come live with me and be my Love.

       Thy silver dishes for thy meat

       As precious as the gods do eat,

       Shall on an ivory table be

       Prepared each day for thee and me.

       The shepherd swains shall dance and sing

       For thy delight each May-morning:

       If these delights thy mind may move,

       Then live with me and be my Love.

       C. MARLOWE.

      6. A MADRIGAL.

       Crabbed Age and Youth

       Cannot live together:

       Youth is full of pleasance,

       Age is full of care;

       Youth like summer morn,

       Age like winter weather;

       Youth like summer brave,

       Age like winter bare:

       Youth is full of sport,

       Age's breath is short,

       Youth is nimble, Age is lame:

       Youth is hot and bold,

       Age is weak and cold;

       Youth is wild, and Age is tame:—

       Age, I do abhor thee,

       Youth, I do adore thee;

       O! my Love, my Love is young!

       Age, I do defy thee—

       O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,

       For methinks thou stay'st too long.

       W. SHAKESPEARE.

      7.

       Under the greenwood tree

       Who loves to lie with me,

       And tune his merry note

       Unto the sweet bird's throat—

       Come hither, come hither, come hither!

       Here shall we see

       No enemy

       But winter and rough weather.

       Who doth ambition shun

       And loves to live i' the sun,

       Seeking the food he eats

       And pleased with what he gets—

       Come hither, come hither, come hither!

       Here shall he see

       No enemy