SONG- THE LOST LOVE. (Hamlet.) How should I your true-Love know By his cockle hat and staff, He is dead and gone, lady, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with white flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. NATURE AND MAN. (As You Like It.) Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: 5 10 5 10 Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. THE WORLD'S WAY. (Hamlet.) Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: THE WORLD'S WAY. (Sonnet Lxvi.) Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,- And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And captive Good attending captain Ill: And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,— THE POET'S IMMORTALITY. (Sonnet Lxxiv.) But be contented: when that fell arrest My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee: The earth can have but earth, which is his due; So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, 5 10 5 10 The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, The worth of that is that which it contains, 5 10 INEVITABLE SLANDER. (Sonnet Lxx.) That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show, THE UNFADING PICTURE. (Sonnet Xviii.) Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summer's lease hath all too short a date! Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5 But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest! 10 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, SUNSHINE AND CLOUD. (Sonnet Xxxiii.) Full many a glorious morning have I seen Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, Even so my sun one early morn did shine But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth. 5 10 |