But still moves delight, Like clear springs renewed by flowing, selves eternal. WILLIAM BROWNE. (1590?-1645?.) Browne's Poems are published in the Roxburghe Library, edited by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt, and in the Muses' Library, edited by Mr. Gordon Goodwin, 1894. CARPE DIEM. From Britannia's Pastorals, Book i., 1613. ENTLE nymphs, be not refusing, GEN Love's neglect is time's abusing, Take the one and keep the other: Love keeps fresh what age doth smother: 'T will be said when ye have proved, O then fly all nice behaviour. THE SONG IN THE WOOD. From the Inner Temple Masque, 1614-15. WHAT sing the sweet birds in each grove? Nought but love. What sound our echoes day and night? (M 349) All delight. What doth each wind breathe as it fleets? Endless sweets. Chorus. Is there a place on earth this Isle excels, THE SIREN'S SONG. From the Inner Temple Masque. TEER hither, steer your wingèd pines, STEER All beaten mariners, Here lie Love's undiscovered mines, A prey to passengers; Perfumes far sweeter than the best Which make the Phoenix' urn and nest. Nor any to oppose you save our lips, Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. For swelling waves our panting breasts, Exchange; and be awhile our guests: The compass love shall hourly sing, We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss. Chorus. Then come on shore, Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. LOVE'S REASONS. From Lansdowne MS. 777, first printed 1815. FOR her gait if she be walking, Be she sitting I desire her For her state's sake, and admire her Gait and state and wit approve her; Be she sullen, I commend her For a kind one her prefer I. So much grace and so approve her, EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE From Lansdowne MS. 777, first published in Osborne's Memoirs of the Reign of King James, 1658; often, but erroneously, ascribed to Ben Jonson. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse, Lies the subject of all verse, EPITAPH. From Lansdowne MS. 777 MAY! be thou never graced with birds that sing, Nor Flora's pride! In thee all flowers and roses spring; Mine only died. WELCOME. From Lansdowne MS. 777. WELCOME, welcome do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring: Love, that to the voice is near Welcome, welcome then I sing, Love, that looks still on your eyes Shall not want the summer's sun. Love, that still may see your cheeks, Is a fool if e'er he seeks Other lilies, other roses. Welcome, welcome, &c. Love, to whom your soft lip yields, All the odours of the fields Never, never shall be missing. Welcome, welcome, &c. Love, that question would anew Let him rightly study you, Welcome, welcome, &c. VISION OF THE ROSE. From Lansdowne MS. 777. A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, God shield the stock! if heaven send no supplies WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN. (1585-1649.) Drummond's Poems are reprinted in Chalmers' Poets; and are also edited by Mr. W. B. Turnbull in the Library of Old Authors, 1856, and by Mr. W. C. Ward in the Muses' Library, 1895. The first sonnet and the three madrigals are from Drummond's Poems, Amorous, Funeral, &c., Part i. 1616; the other sonnets are from the Flowers of Sion, 1623. SONNET: TO THE NIGHTINGALE. EAR chorister, who from those shadows sends, DEA Ere that the blushing morn dare show her light, |