L XXX REVOLUTIONS IKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end'; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity once in the main of light Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand XXXI FAREWELL I thou art too dear for my possess `AREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing, For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter; XXXII THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION HEY that have power to hurt, and will do none, THEY that power to the most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; W. Shakespeare XXXIII THE LOVER'S APPEAL A ND wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay ! for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! Sir T. Wyat XXXIV THE NIGHTINGALE S it fell upon a day As in the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, She, poor bird, as all forlorn, -Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee; King Pandion, he is dead, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead: All thy fellow birds do sing R. Barnefield XXXV 'ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night, CA Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, S. Daniel XXXVI MADRIGAL 'AKE, O take those lips away And those eyes, the break of day, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain! W. Shakespeare |