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As cut your hair up by your ear, And ever shall, whatso befall ;
Your kirtle by the knee ;

To die therefore anon ;
With bow in hand, for to with. For, in my mind, of all mankind
stand

I love but you alone.
Your enemies, if need be:
And this same night before day: HE-A baron's child to be beguild !
light,

It were a cursed deed;
To wood-ward will I flec.

To be felàwe * with an outlaw !
If that ye will all this fulfil,

Almighty God forbid !
Do it shortly as ye can:

Yet better were the poor squyère
Else will I to the green wood go,

Alone to forest yede, +
Alone, a banished man.

Than ye should say another day,

That, by my cursed deed, SKE.-I shall as now do more for you

Ye were betray'd: Wherefore Than longeth to womanhede ;

good maid,
To shote * my hair, a bow to bear,

The best rede that I can,
To shoot in time of need.

Is, that I to the green wood go,
O mysweet mother, before all other

Alone, a banished man.
For you I have most dreau :
But now, adieu! I must ensue, + SHk-Whatever befall, I never shall
Where fortune doth me lead.

Of this thing you upbraid :
All this make ye: now let us flee; But if ye go, and leave me so,
The day cometh fast upon;.

Then have you mc betray'd.
For, in my mind, of all mankind Remember you well, how that
I love but you alone.

ye deal;

For, if ye, as ye said, HL-Nay, nay, not $o; ye shall not go, Be so unkind, to leave behind, And I shall tell you why, —

Your love, the Nut-brown Maid, Your appetite is to be light

Trust me truly, that I shall die
Of love, I well espy:

Soon after ye be gone ;
For, like as ye have said to me,

For, in my mind, of all mankind
In likewise hardely

I love but you alone,
Ye would answer whosoever It
were,

HE-If that ye went, ye should repent
In way of company.

For in the forest now It is said of old, Soon hot, soon I have purvayed & me of a maid, cold:

Whom I love more than you ; And so is a woman.

Another fairèr than ever ye were,
Wherefore I to the wood will go,

I dare it well avow;
Alone, a banished man.

And of you both each should be

wroth SHE. - If you take hecd, it is no need

With other as I trow :
Such words to say by me ;

It were mine case to live in peace;
For oft ye prayed, and long as.

So will I, if I can; sayed,

Wherefore I to the wood will go,
B'fore I you loved, pande :

Alone, a banished man.
And though that I of ancestry
A baron's daughter be,

SHE. Though in the wood I understand
Yet have you proved how I you

Ye had a paramour,
loved,
A squlre of low degree ;

• Felawe-companion
Yedewent.

Rede-advica • Shote ut. Ensuofolie

Purvayed-provided.

All this may nought remove my

thought, But that I will be your : And she shall find me soft and

kind, And courteous every hour ; Glad to fulfil'all that she will

Command me to my power : For had ye, lo, an hundred mo,

“Of them I would be one, For, in my mind, of all mankind

I love but you alone.

I will you bring; and with a ring

By way of marriage
I will you take, and lady make,

As shortly as I can:
Thus have you won an Erly's son,

And not a banished man.

[]E. -Mine own dear love, I see the

proof
That ye be kind and true ;
Of maid, and wife, in all my life,

The best that ever I knew.
Be merry and glad, be no more

sad,
The case is changed new ;
For it were ruth, that, for your

truth, Ye should have cause to rue. Be not dismayed ; whatsoever I

said To you when I began; I will not to the green wood go ;

I am no banished man.

AUTHOR. -Here may ye see, that woman

be
In love, meek, kind and stable :
Let never man reprove them then,

Or call them variable ;
But rather pray God that we may

To them be comfortable;
Which sometimes proveth such,

as he loveth, If they be charitable. For sith men would that women

should
Be meek to them each one ;
Much more ought they to God

obey,
And serve but him alone,

(Ben JONSON. 1573–1637.)

TO CELIA.

I.

SHE.- These tidings be more glad to me,

Than to be made a queen,
If I were sure they should endure;

But it is often seen,
When men will break promise,

they speak
The wordés on the spleen.
Ye shape some wile me to beguile,

And steal from me, I ween : Then were the case worse than It

was, And I more woe-begone ; For, in my mind, of all mankind

I love but you alone.
HE.--Ye shall not need further to dread;

I will not disparage
You (God defend I), sith ye de-

scend
Of so great Unedge.
Now understand ; to Westmore-

land,
Which is mine heritage,

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss within the cup,

And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,

Doth ask a drink divine :
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

II.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there

It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,

And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself but thee,

EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS

OF PEMBROKE,
UNDERNEATH this sable hearse,
Lies the subject of all verse,

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Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; While I confess thy writings to be such,
Death, ere thou has slain another, As neither man nor muse can praise too
Learned, and fair, and good as she,

much,
Time shall throw a dart at thee!

Soul of the age !

Th' applause! delight! the wonder of SONG OF HESPERUS.

our stage !

My Shakspeare rise ! I will not lodge (From "Cynthia's Revels.")

thee by QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie Now the sun is laid to sleep,

A little further, to make thee a room : Seated in thy silver chair,

Thou art a monument without a tomb, State in wonted manner keep.

And art alive still, while thy book doth Hesperus entreats thy light,

live, Goddess excellently bright !

And we have wits to read, and praise to

give.
Earth, let not thy envious shade That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses,
Dare itself to interpose ;

I mean with great, but disproportion'd
Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear, when day did close. For if I thought my judgment were of
Bless us then with wished sight,

years,
Goddess excellently bright! I should commit thee surely with thy

peers, Lay thy bow of pearl apart,

And tell how far thou didst our Lily out. And thy crystal-shining quiver :

shine,
Give unto the flying hart

Or sportive Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty
Space to breathe how short soever ; line.
Thou that mak'st a day of night, And though thou hadst small Latin and
Goddess excellently bright!

less Greek,
From thence to honour thee, I will not

seek THE SWEET NEGLECT.

For names; but cail forth thund'ring

Eschylus,
Still to be neat, still to be drest, Euripides, and Sophocles to us,
As you were going to a feast :

Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,
Still to be poud'red, still perfum'd : To live again, to hear thy buskin tread,
Lady, it is to be presum'd,

And shake a stage ; or when thy socks
Though art's hid causes are not found, were on,
Al is not sweet, all is not sound. Leave thee alone for the comparison

Of all, that insolent Greece, or haughty
Give me a looke, give me a face,

Rome
That makes simplicitic a grace ; Sent forth, or since did from their ashes
Robes loosely flowing, haire as free: come.
Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to
Than all th' adulteries of art,

show
That strike mine eyes, but not my heart. To whom all scenes of Europe homage

He was not of an age, but for all time!

And all the muses still were in their ELEGY ON SHAKSPEARE.

prime, To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy When, like Apollo, he came forth to

name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame : Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm !

Owe.

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Nature hersell was proud of his designs, Inditing and arraigning every day,
And joyed to wear the dressing of his Something they call a play.
lines!

Let their fastidious, vain

Commission of the brain
Sweet swan of Avon ! what a sight it were Run on, and rage, sweat, censure, and
To see thee in our water yet appear,

condemn :
And make those flights upon the banks of They were not made for thee, less thos
Thames,

for them, That so did take Eliza, and our James ! But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere Say that thou pour'st them wheat, Advanc'd, and made a constellation there! And they will acorns eat ; Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with 'Twere simple fury still thyself to waste rage,

On such as have no taste ! Or influence, chide, or cheer the droop. To offer them a surfeit of pure bread, ing stage,

Whose appetites are dead! Which, since thy fight from hence, hath No, give them grains their fill, mourn'd like night,

Husks, draff to drink and swill. And despairs day, but for thy volumes If they love lees, and leave the lusty wire, light.

Envy them not their palates with the

swine.
JEALOUSY.

No doubt some mouldy tale,
WRETCHED and foolish Jealousy,

Like Pericles, and stale
How cam'st thou thus to enter me? As the shrieves crusts, and nasty as his
I ne'er was of thy kind :

fish-
Nor have I yet the narrow mind

Scraps, out of every dish
To vent that poor desire,

Thrown forth, and rank'd into the com•
That others should not warm them at my mon tub,
fire :

May keep up the play.club :
I wish the sun should shine

There sweepings do as well
On all men's fruits and flowers, as well As the best order'd meal.
as mine,

For who the relish of these guests will hit,

Needs set them but the alms-basket of wit.
But under the disguise of love,
Thou say'st thou only cam'st to prove And much good do't you then:
What affections were.

Brave plush and velvet men
Think'st thou that love is helped by Can feed on orts : and safe in your stage.
fear?

clothes, Go, get thee quickly forth,

Dare quit upon your oaths, Love's sickness, and his noted want of The stagers and the stage-wrights too worth,

(your peers)
Seek doubting men to please,

Of larding your large ears
I ne'er will owe my health to a disease. With their foul comic socks ;

Wrought upon twenty blocks;

Which, if they are tom, and turn'd, and COME LEAVE THE LOATHED

patch'd enough, STAGE,

The gamesters share your guilt, and yor

their stuff.
Come leave the loathed stage,
And the more loathsome age,

Leave things so prostitute,
Where pride and impudence in fashion And take the Alcæic lute;
knit),

Or thine own Horace, or Anacreon's Igre Usurp the chair of wit !

Warm thee by Pindar's fire :

my

men :

And though thy nerves be shrunk, and Forth rov'd I by the sliding rills, blood be cold,

To find where Cynthia sat, Ere years have made thee old;

Whose name so often from the hills
Strike that disdainfw heat

The echoes wonder'd at.
Throughout to their defeat :
As curious fools, and envious of thy strain, When me upon my quest to bring,
May, blushing, swear no palsy's in thy That pleasure might excel,
brain.

The birds strove which should sweetliest

sing, Rut when they hear thee sing

The Aowr's which should sweetest The glories of thy king,

smell His zeal to God, and his just awe o'er

Long wand'ring in the wood, said I,
They may, blood-shaken then, " whither's Cynthia gone ?"
Feel such a flesh-quake to possess their When soon the echo doth reply
powers ;

To my last word—“Go on.'
As they shall cry, like ours,
In sound of peace or wars,

At length upon a losty fir
No harp e'er hit the stars,

It was my chance to find, In tuning forth the acts of his sweet Where that dear name most due to her reign :

Was carv'd upon the rind. And raising Charles his chariot 'bove his waine.

Which whilst with wonder I beheld,

The bees their honey brought,

And up the carved letters fill'd, EPITAPH ON A LADY. As they with gold were wrought. UNDERNEATH this stone doth lie And near that tree's more spacious As much beauty as could die :

root, Which in life did harbour give

Then looking on the ground, To more virtue than doth live.

The shape of her most dainty foot If, at all, she had a fault,

Imprinted there I sound. Leave it buried in this vault.

Which stuck there like a curious seal,

As though it should forbid
WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS. Us, wretched mortals, to reveal

What under it was hid.
FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly it, it will pursue :

Besides, the flowers which it had press'd, So court a mistress, she denies you ;

Appeared to my view
Let her alone, she will court you. More fresh and lovely than the rest,
Say are not women truly, then,

That in the meadows grew.
Styled but the shadows of us men.

The clear drops, in the steps that

stood (MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563–1631.)

Of that delicious girl, THE QUEST OF CYNTHIA.

The nymphs, amongst their dainty food,

Drunk for dissolved pearl.
What time the groves were clad In green,
The fields drest all in flowers,

The yielding sand, where she had trod, And that the sleek-hair'd nymphs were Untouch'd yet with the wind, seen

By the fair posture plainly shew'd To seek them summer bowers.

Where I might Cynthia finde

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