Flee ydilteth, which is the greatest lat; Let us employ that tyme that God hath send us, W Sonnet E find by proof, that into every age In Phœbus' art some glistering star did shine, So Virgil was among the Romans syne And to the circled skies his name did raise; Led in triumph, Love, Chasteness, Death, and Fame: Signed "J. Rex." A Sonnet prefixed to Fowler's Translation of The Triumphs of Petrarch. A Sonnet Addressed by King James to his son Prince GOD gives Henry OD gives not kings the stile of Gods in vaine, Observe the statutes of our heavenly King: H Thomas Campion (—1619) ARDEN now thy tired heart with more than flinty rage! Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief assuage! Once true happy days thou saw'st, when she stood firm and kind; Both as one then lived, and held one ear, one tongue, one mind: But now those bright hours be fled and never may return : What then remains but her untruths to mourn! Silly trait'ress, who shall now thy careless tresses place? Who thy pretty talk supply? whose ear thy music grace? Who shall thy bright eyes admire, what lips triumph with thine? Day by day who 'll visit thee and say "Th' art only mine"? Such a time there was, God wot, but such shall never be. Too oft, I fear, thou wilt remember me. From Two Books of Airs. L OVE me or not, love her I must or die; Leave me or not, follow her needs must I. O that her grace would my wished comforts give! How rich in her, how happy I should live! All my desire, all my delight should be |