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They are the lords and owners of their | No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I faces,

do change : Others but stewards of their excellence. Thy pyramids built up with newer might The summer's flower is to the summer To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; sweet,

They are but dressings of a former sight. Though to itself it only live and die; Our dates are brief, and therefore we But if that flower with base infection

admire meet,

What thou dost foist upon us that is old; The basest weed outbraves his dignity: And rather make them born to our desire, For sweetest things turn sou rest" by Than think that we before have heard their deeds;

them told.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than Thy registers and thee I both defy,
weeds.

Not wondering at the present nor the past;
For thy records and what we see do lie,

Made more or less by thy continual haste: ALAS, 't is true, I havegone hereand there, This I do vow, and this shall ever be, And made myself a motley to the view, I will be true, despite thy scythe aud Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap thee.

what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is, that I have looked on

truth Askance and strangely; but, by all above,

BEN JONSON. These blenches gave my heart another youth,

[1574- 1637.) And worse essays proved thee my best of love.

THE NOBLE NATURE. Now all is done, save what shall have no end:

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make man better be; Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend,

Or standing long an oak, three hundred A God in love, to whom I am confined.

year, Then give me welcome, next my heaven To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: the best,

A lily of a day

Is fairer far in May, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.

Although it falland die that night,

It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures life may perfect be.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove;

SONG OF HESPERUS.
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never
shaken;

QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair, It is the star to every wandering bark,

Now the sun is laid to sleep, Whose worth's unknown, although his

Seated in thy silver chair, height be taken.

State in wonted manner keep: Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips

Hesperus entreats thy light,

Goddess excellently bright. and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Earth, let not thy envious shade Love alters not with his brief hours and Dare itself to interpose; weeks,

Cynthia's shining orb was made But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Heaven to clear, when day did close :

If this be error, and upon me proved, Bless us then with wished sight, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Goddess excellently bright.

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Lay thy bow of pearl apart,

HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIRI And thy crystal shining quiver ; Give unto the flying hart

How near to good is what is fair!

Which we no sooner see,
Space to breathe, how short soever:

But with the lines and outward air
Thon that makest a day of night,

Our senses taken be.
Goddess excellently bright.

We wish to see it still, and prove

What ways we may deserve;
We court, we praise, we more than love,

We are not grieved to serve.
ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD.
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,

I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H.
What kind of creature I could most desire,
To honor, serve, and love; as poets use,

Wouldst thou hear what man can say I meant to make her fair, and free, and In a little?— reader, stay! wise,

Underneath this stone doth lie Of greatest blood, and yet more good As much beauty as could die, – than great ;

Which in life did harbor give I meant the day-star should not brighter To more virtue than doth live. rise,

If at all she had a fault, Nor lend like influence from his lucent Leave it buried in this vault. seat.

One name was Elizabeth, I meant she should be courteous, facile, The other, let it sleep with death. sweet,

Fitter where it died to tell, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, Than that it lived at all. Farewell !

pride; I meant each softest virtue there should

meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and a manly soul

UNKNOWN I purposed her; that should, with even powers,

[Before 1649.) The rock, the spindle, and the shears control

LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY. Of Destiny, and spin her own free hours. Such when I meant to feign, and wished

Over the mountains,

And under the waves,

Over the fountains, My Muse bade, Bedford write, and that

And under the graves, was she.

Under floods which are deepest,

Which Neptune obey,

Over rocks which are steepest,
THE SWEET NEGLECT.

Love will find out the way. Still to be neat, still to be drest,

Where there is no place
As you were going to a feast:

For the glow-worm to lie,
Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Where there is no place
Lady, it is to be presumed,

For the receipt of a fly, Though art's hid causes are not found, Where the gnat dares not venture, All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Lest herself fast she lay,

If Love come he will enter,
Give me a look, give me a face,

And find out the way.
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:

If that he were hidden,
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,

And all men that are, Than all the adulteries of art,

Were strictly forbidden That strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

That place to declare;

to see,

Winds that have no abidings,

UNKNOWN.
Pitying their delay,
Would come and bring him tidings,

[Before 1649.)
And direct him the way.

BEGONE DULL CAREI
If the earth should part him,
He would gallop it o'er ;

BEGONE dull care!
If the seas should o'erthwart him, I prithee begone from me:

He would swim to the shore. Begone dull care !
Should his love become a swallow,

Thou and I can never agree.
Through the air to stray, Long while thou hast been tarrying here,
Love will lend wings to follow,

And fain thou wouldst me kill;
And will find out the way.

But i' faith, dull care,

Thou never shalt have thy will.
There is no striving
To cross his intent,

Too much care
There is no contriving

Will make a young man gray;
His plots to prevent;

Too much care
But if once the message greet him, Will turn an old man to clay.

That his true love doth stay, My wife shall dance, and I will sing,
If death should come and meet him, So merrily pass the day;
Love will find out the way. For 1 hold it is the wisest thing,

To drive dull care away.
Hence, dull care,

I'll none of thy company;
UNKNOWN.

Hence, dull care,

Thou art no pair for me. (Before 1689.)

We'll lunt the wild boar through the

wold, MAY-DAY SONG.

So merrily pass the day;

And then at night, o'er a cheerful bowl, REMEMBER 118 poor Mayers all !

We'll drive dull care away.
And thus do we begin
To lead our lives in righteousness,

Or else we die in sin.
We have been rambling all the night,

BISHOP RICHARD CORBETT.
And almost all the day;
And now returned back again,

(1582 - 1635.) We have brought you a branch of May.

FAREWELL TO THE FAIRIES. A branch of May we have brought you,

FAREWELL rewards and fairies !
And at your door it stands :
It is but a sprout,

Good housewifes now niay say,
But it's well budded out

For now foul sluts in dairies

Do fare as well as they. By the work of our Lord's hands.

And though they sweep their hearths no The heavenly gates are open wide,

less Our paths are beaten plain ;

Than maids were wont to do; And if a man be not too far gone,

Yet who of late, for cleanliness, He may return again.

Finds sixpence in her shoe? The moon shines bright, and the stars Lament, lament, old Abbeys, give a light,

The fairies' lost command; A little before it is day;

They did but change priests' babies, So God bless you all, both great and But some have changed your land; small,

And all your children sprung from thence And send you a joyful May!

Are now grown Puritans;

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Who live as changelings ever since,

More swift than lightning can I fly For love of your domains.

About this airy welkin soon,

And, in a minute's space, descry At morning and at evening both,

Each thing that's done below the moon. You merry were and glad,

There's not a hag So little care of sleep or sloth

Or ghost shall was, These pretty ladies had ;

Or cry, 'ware goblins ! where I go; When Tom came home from labor,

But Robin I Or Cis to milking rose,

Their feasts will spy, Then merrily went their tabor,

And send them home with ho, ho, ho ! And nimbly went their toes.

Whene'er such wanderers I meet, Witness those rings and roundelays As from their night-sports they trudge Of theirs, which yet remain,

home, Were footed in Queen Mary's days With counterfeiting voice I greet, On many a grassy plain;

And call them on with me to roam: But since of late Elizabeth,

Through woods, through lakes; And later, James came in,

Through bogs, through brakes; They never danced on any heath

Or else, unseen, with them I go. As when the time hath been.

All in the nick,

To play some trick,
By which we note the fairies

And frolic it, with ho, ho, ho !
Were of the old profession,
Their songs were Ave-Maries,

Sometimes I meet them like a man,
Their dances were procession:
But now, alas ! they all are dead,

Sometimes an ox, sometimes a hound;

And to a horse I turn me can, Or gone beyond the seas;

To trip and trot about them round. Or farther for religion fled;

But if to ride Or else they take their ease.

My back they stride,

More swift than wind a way I go,
A tell-tale in their company

O'er hedge and lands,
They never could endure,
And whoso kept not secretly

Through pools and ponds,
Their mirth, was punished sure;

I hurry, laughing, ho, ho, ho !
It was a just and Christian deed,
To pinch such black and blue :

When lads and lasses merry be, 0, how the commonwealth doth need

With possets and with junkets fine; Such justices as you !

Unseen of all the company,
I eat their cakes and sip their wine!

And, to make sport,

I puff and snort:

And out the candles I do blow:
UNKNOWN

The maids I kiss,

They shriek - Who's this?
(Before 1649 )

I answer naught but ho, ho, ho!
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.

Yet now and then, the maids to please, From Oberon, in fairy- land,

At midnight I card up their wool: The king of ghosts and shadows there, And, while they sleep and take their Mad Robin I, at his command,

ease, Ain sent to view the night-sports here. With wheel to threads their flax I pull. What revel rout

I grind at mill
Is kept about,

Their malt up still;
In every corner where I go,

I dress their hemp ; I spin their tow;
I will o'ersee,

If any wake,
And merry be,

And would me take,
And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho ! | I wend me, laughing, ho, ho, ho!

When any need to borrow aught,

UNKNOWN
We lend them what they do require :
And for the use demand we naught;

(Before 1649.)
Our own is all we do desire,
If to repay

EDOM O' GORDON.
They do delay,
Abroad amongst them then I go, It fell about the Martinmas,
And night by night,

When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
I them atfright,

Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho, “We maun draw to a hauld. ho!

“And whatna hauld sall we draw to, When lazy queans have naught to do, My merry men and me?

But study how to cog and lie; We will gae to the house of the Rodes, To make debate and mischief too,

To see that fair ladye." ”Twixt one another secretly: I mark their gloze,

The lady stood on her castle wa',
And it disclose
To them whom they have wrongéd so: There she was aware of a host of men

Beheld baith dale and down;
When I have done

Came riding towards the town.
I get me gone,
And leave them scolding, ho, ho,
ho!

“O see ye not, my merry men a',

O see ye not what I see? When men do traps and engines set

Methinks I see a host of men; In loopholes, where the vermin creep,

I marvel who they be.”
Who froin their folds and houses get
Their ducks and geese, and lambs and She weened it had been her lovely lord,
sheep;

As he cam' riding hame;
I spy the gin,

It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon,
And enter in,

Wha recked nor sin nor shame.
And seem a vermin taken so;
But when they there

She had nae sooner buskit hersell,
Approach me near,

And putten on her gown,
I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho ! Till Edom o' Gordon an' his men

Were round about the town.
By wells and rills, in meadows green,

We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen,

They had nae sooner supper set,

Nae sooner said the grace,
We chant our moonlight minstrelsies. But Edom o' Gordon an' his men
When larks 'gin sing,

Were lighted about the place.
Away we fling;
And babes new-born steal as we go;
And elf in bed

The lady ran up to her tower-head,
We leave in stead,

As fast as she could hie,
And wend us laughing ho, ho, ho!

To see if by her fair speeches

She could wi' him agree. From hag-bred Merlin's time, have I

Thus nightly revelled to and fro; “ Come doun to me, ye lady gay, And for my pranks men call me by Come doun, come doun to me; The name of Robin Goodfellow, This night sall ye lig within mine arms,

Fiends, ghosts, and sprites, To-morrow my bride sall be.”

Who haunt the nights,
The hags and goblins do me know; “I winna come down, ye fause Gordon,
And beldames old

I winna come down to thee;
My feats have told,

I winna forsake my ain dear lord, So vale, vale; ho, ho, ho!

And he is na far frae me.”

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