A FAREWELL TO ARMS (TO QUEEN ELIZABETH) His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;" O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd, But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,' 12 'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong." Goddess, allow this agèd man his right To be your beadsman now that was your 18 knight. 1590. George Peele. LXXXIII TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE 1649. WARS TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind True, a new mistress now I chase, And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Richard Lovelace. BANNOCKBURN SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Or to victorie! 12 1794. Now's the day, and now 's the hour: See approach proud Edward's power,- Wha will be a traitor knave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains, Lay the proud usurpers low! Liberty's in every blow! 8 12 16 20 24 Robert Burns. A FAREWELL Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, |