S Makes vanish every star: Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels. And nothing wanting is, save she, alas ! Sonnet LXX WEET Spring, thou com'st with all thy goodly train, Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs, The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain, The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs. Do with thee come, which turn my sweets to sours. But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air M Sonnet LXXIII And birds their Y lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, ramage did on thee bestow. Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, But orphans' wailings to the fainting ear, Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear, For which be silent as in woods before: Or if that any hand to touch thee deign, Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain. O Of a Bee DO not kill that bee That thus hath wounded thee! But hue did him deceive: What wouldst thou further crave? He wanting wit, and blinded with delight, G King Charles I. (1600-1649) Majefty in Mifery REAT Monarch of the world, from whose power springs The potency and power of kings, Record the royal woe my suffering sings: And teach my tongue, that ever did confine Nature and law, by thy divine decree, With it, the sacred scepter, purple robe, The fiercest furies, that do daily tread They raise a war, and christen it THE CAUSE, While sacriligeous hands have best applause, Plunder and murder are the kingdom's laws; Tyranny bears the title of taxation, My loyal subjects, who in this bad season Attend me (by the law of God and reason), They dare impeach, and punish for high treason. Next at the clergy do their furies frown, They will destroy the crosier and the crown. Churchmen are chain'd and schismaticks are freed, Mechanicks preach, and holy fathers bleed, The Church of England doth all factions foster, The pulpit is userpt by each impostor, Extempore excludes the Paternoster. The Presbyter and Independent seed Spring with broad blades. To make religion bleed Herod and Pontius Pilate are agreed. The corner stone's misplac'd by every pavier: My royal consort, from whose fruitful womb Great Britain's heir is forced into France, With my own power my majesty they wound, With propositions daily they enchant They promise to erect my royal stem, But for refusal they devour my thrones, |