Who envies none that chance doth raise, How deepest wounds are given by praise; Who hath his life from rumours freed, Who God doth late and early pray, With a religious book or friend; This man is freed from servile bands SIR HENRY WOTTON. VIRTUE. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. GEORGE HERBERT. LOVE AND THE AFFECTIONS. Love is life's end, (an end, but never ending,) Then from thy wretched heart fond care remove; EDMUND SPENSER. They sin who tell us Love can die; All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, They perish where they have their birth; Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven 'returneth; At times deceived, at times opprest, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest: ROBERT SOUTHEY. FROM THE CUCKOW AND THE NIGHTINGALE“. The god of love, and benedicite, How mighty and how great a lord is he! He can make within a little stound, 3 That he woll6 have bounden or unbound. To tell his might my wit may not suffice, Shortly, all that ever he woll he may, For he can glad and greve whom he liketh, And who that he woll he lougheth 10 or siketh, 11 1 hearts. 5 sick. 6 will. 2 high. 3 a moment; a short space of time. 4 whole. 11 sighs. |