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If the one be past,
And all for lack of liberty.
And loss of life for liberty.
Grant me but life and liberty.
And if not so,
And let me die :
My death, or life with liberty!
THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE
WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE.
The Fall of SURREY, born 1516, died 1547.
Most cruelly distrains my heart;
Bear witness of my woful smart;
That the Greeks brought to Troy town;
Their ships, and rent their sails adown;
Till Agamemnon's daughter's blood
them withstood :
And how that in those ten years' war
Full many bloody deed was done;
There caught his bane, alas, too soon!
Then think I thus: “Sith such repair
So long time war of valiant men Was all to win a lady fair,
Shall I not learn to suffer then, And think my life well spent to be Serving a worthier wight than she?
Therefore I never will repent,
But pains contented still endure: For like as when, rough winter spent,
The pleasing spring straight draweth in ure;* So, after raging storms of care, Joyful at length may be my fare."
GIVE PLACE, YE LOVERS.
The EARL of SURREY.
GIVE place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
The best of yours, I dare well sayen,
And thereto hath a troth as just
As had Penelope the fair ;
As it by writing sealed were;-
* Tre-fortune-destiny; a word used by Chaucer and other early writers.
I could rehearse, if that I would,
The whole effect of Nature's plaint,
The like to whom she could not paint.
I know she swore, with raging mind,
Her kingdom only set apart,
That could have gone so near her heart;
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise
To be the chiefest work she wrought,
On your behalf might well be sought,
The idea in the third and fourth stanzas of this song, " that Nature lost the perfect mould,” has been a favourite one with all song-writers and poets, and is to be found in the literature of all European nations.
IN AN ARBOUR GREEN.
From the Morality of “ Lusty Juventus,” printed in the reign of Edward v..
In an arbour green, asleep where as I lay,
In youth is pleasure.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
Constant love is moderate ever,
I will it restore.
Winter's cold or summer's heat,
Never can rebel.
So to thee farewell.
IF WOMEN COULD BE FAIR.
From BYRD'S "Songs and Sonnets,” 1588,
IF women could be fair and never fond,
Or that their beauty might continue still,
By service long, to purchase their good will ;
To mark what choice they make, and how they change;
How, leaving best, the worst they choose out still;