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UNKNOWN.

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Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver ;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever:
Thou that makest a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.

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

Our senses taken be.
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.

ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD.

This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,

I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. What kind of creature I could most desire, To honor, serve, and love; as poets use,

Wouldst thou hear what man can say I meant to make her fair, and free, and In a little?- reader, stay! wise,

Underneath this stone doth lie Of greatest blood, and yet more good As much beauty as could die, than great;

Which in life did harbor give I meant the day-star should not brighter To more virtue than doth live. rise,

If at all she had a fault, Nor lend like influence from his lucent Leave it buried in this vault. seat.

One name was Elizabeth, I meant she should be courteous, facile, The other, let it sleep with death. sweet,

Fitter where it died to tell, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, Than that it lived at all. Farewell!

pride; I meant each softest virtue there should

meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and a manly soul

UNKNOWN. I purposed her; that should, with even powers,

(Before 1649.) The rock, the spindle, and the shears control

LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY. Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours.

Over the mountains, Such when I meant to feign, and wished

And under the waves,

Over the fountains, My Muse bade, Bedford write, and that

And under the graves, was she.

Under floods which are deepest,

Which Neptune obey,

Over rocks which are steepest,
THE SWEET NEGLECT.

Love will find out the way. Still to be neat, still to be drest,

Where there is no place
As you were going to a feast:

For the glow-worm to lie,
Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Where there is no place
Lady, it is to be

For the receipt of a fly, Thongh art's hid causes are not found, Where the gnat (lares not venture, All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Lest herself fast she lay,

If Love come he will enter,
Give me a look, give me a face,

And find out the way.
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as ce:

If that he were hidden,
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,

And all men that are, Than all the adulteries of art,

Were strictly forbidden That strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

That place to declare;

to see,

presumed,

Winds that have no abidings,

UNKNOWN.
Pitying their delay,
Would come and bring him tidings,

(Before 1649.)
And direct him the way.

BEGONE DULL CARE !
If the earth should part him,
He would gallop it o'er ;

BEGONE dull care!
If the seas should o'erthwart him, I prithee begone from me:

He would swim to the shore. Begone dull care !
Should his love become a swallow, Thou and I can never agree.

Through the air to stray, Long while thou hast been tarrying here, Love will lend wings to follow,

And fain thou wouldst me kill;
And will find out the way.

But i' faith, dull care,

Thou never shalt have thy will.
There is no striving
To cross his intent,

Too much care
There is no contriving

Will make a young man gray;
His plots to prevent;

Too much care
But if once the message greet him, Will turn an old man to clay.

That his true love doth stay, My wife shall dance, and I will sing,
If death should come and meet him, So merrily pass the day;
Love will find out the way.

For 1 hold it is the wisest thing,

To drive dull care away.
Hence, dull care,

I'll none of thy company;
UNKNOWN

Hence, dull care,

Thou art no pair for me. [Before 1689.)

We'll hunt the wild boar through the

wold, MAY-DAY SONG.

So merrily pass the day;

And then at night, o'er a cheerful bowl, REMEMBER us poor Mayers all !

We'll drive dull care away.
And thus do we begin
To lead our lives in righteousness,

Or else we die in sin.
We have been rambling all the night, BISHOP RICHARD CORBETT.

And almost all the day; And now returned back again,

(1582 – 1635-) We have brought you a branch of May.

FAREWELL TO THE FAIRIES A branch of May we have brought you,

FAREWELL rewards and fairies !
And at your door it stands :

Good housewifes now may say,
It is but a sprout,
But it's well budiled out

For now foul sluts in dairies

Do fare as well as they. By the work of our Lord's hands.

And though they sweep their hearths no The heavenly gates are open wide,

less Our paths are beaten plain ;

Than maids were wont to do; And if a man be not too far gone,

Yet who of late, for cleanliness, He may return again.

Finds sixpence in her shoe? The moon shines bright, and the stars Lament, lament, old Abbeys, give a light,

The fairies' lost command; A little before it is day;

They did but change priests' babies, So God bless you all, both great and But some have changed your land; small,

And all your children sprung from thence And send you a joyful May !

Are now grown Puritans;

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