XL A SEA DIRGE LL fathom five thy father lies ; FULL Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell. Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers ; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. XLII SNATCHES I THEY bore him barefaced on the bier; And in his grave rain'd many a tear :- An you call him a-down-a. And will he not come again? Go to thy death-bed : He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha' mercy on his soul ! II Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me! -Her boat hath a leak, And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee! III Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth, Thy sheep shall take no harm. E XLIII THE MISANTHROPE IMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf ; Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall to't : Rich men sin, and I eat root. |