193 RICHARD CRASHAW. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Be she fairer than the day, Shall my foolish heart be pined If she be not so to me, Shall a woman's virtues move 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die ? Where they want of riches find, COUNTY GUY. FROM "QUENTIN DURWARD." AH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who trilled all day, Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier. Now reigns o'er earth and sky, And high and low the influence know, |