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CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. [1563-93

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.

[In Percy's Reliques.]

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Slippers lined choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs ;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

1560-1595] ROBERT SOUTHWELL.

CONTENT AND RICH.

My conscience is my crown;
Contented thoughts my rest;
My heart is happy in itself;
My bliss is in my breast.

Enough, I reckon wealth;
A mean, the surest lot;

That lies too high for base contempt,
Too low for envy's shot.

My wishes are but few,
All easy to fulfil,

I make the limits of my power
The bounds unto my will.

I have no hopes but one,
Which is of heavenly reign;
Effects attained, or not desired,
All lower hopes refrain.

I feel no care of coin,
Well-doing is my wealth;
My mind to me an empire is
While Grace affordeth health.

I clip high-climbing thoughts,
The wings of swelling pride;
Their fall is worse that from the height
Of greatest honour slide.

Since sails of largest size

The storm doth soonest tear,

I bear so low and small a sail
As freeth me from fear.

I wrestle not with rage,

While fury's flame doth burn It is in vain to stop the stream, Until the tide do turn.

But when the flame is out,

And ebbing wrath doth end,
I turn a late enrag-ed foe
Into a quiet friend.

And, taught with often proof,
A tempered calm I find
To be most solace to itself,
Best cure for angry mind.

Spare diet is my fare,

My clothes more fit than fine; I know I feed and clothe a foe That, pampered, would repine.

To rise by others' fall,

I deem a losing gain ;

All states, by others' ruins built,
To ruin run amain.

No change of fortune's calms

Can cast my comforts down; When Fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown.

And when, in froward mood,
She proves an angry foe,

Small gain I found to let her come,

Less loss to let her go.

1552-1618] SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

THE NYMPH'S REPLY.

[In Percy's Reliques.]

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

But time drives flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
And all complain of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton field
To wayward winter reckoning yield;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,

Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then those delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

1560-1612]

SIR JOHN HARRINGTON Treason doth never prosper; what's the reason? For if it prosper none dare call it treason.

[Chiefly from King James's Translation, 1604–1611.]

Proverbs xv.

A word spoken in due season, how good is it!

Ecclesiastes ix. 10.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do-
Do it with thy might,

John ix. 4.

The night cometh when no man can work.

Micah vi. 8.

He hath showed thee O man what is good,
And what doth Jehovah require of thee?
But to do justly, and to love mercy,
And to walk humbly with thy God.

Wisdom,

Proverbs iii. 17.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

1 Kings xix. 1I.

A great and strong wind rent the mountains, And brake in pieces the rocks before Jehovah. But Jehovah was not in the wind.

And after the wind there was an earthquake.

But Jehovah was not in the earthquake.

And after the earthquake there was a fire.

But Jehovah was not in the fire.

And after the fire,—there was a still, small Voice.

And it was so, when Elijah heard it.

That he wrapt his face in his mantle

And went out. And stood in the entering-in of the

cave.

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