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Whilst as fickle fortune smiled,
Thou and I were both beguiled;
Every one that flatters, thee,
Is no friend to misery.
words are easy, like the wind,
Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend:
But, if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want. ,
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call;
And with such-like flattering,
* Pity but he was a king.”
If he be addict to vice, ,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandment;
But if Fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee at thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep,
If thou wake, he cannot sleep;
Thus, of every grief in heart,
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe,

John HARRING Tow.

... SONNET.

WHENCE comes my love, Oh heart, disclose
"Twas from cheeks that shame the rose;
From lips that spoil the ruby's praise;
From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze.
Whence comes my woe, as freely own,
Ah me!’twas from a heart of stone.

The blushing cheek speaks modest mind,
The lips befitting words most kind;

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Why thus my love so kind bespeak -
Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to save my pain?
O Venus! take thy gifts again."

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AINT amorist! what, dost thou think * * * *
To taste love's honey, and not drink

One dram of gall? or to devour
A world of sweet, and taste no sour?
Dost thou ever think to enter
Th’ Elysian fields, that darest not venture
In Charon's barge? a lover's mind
Must use to sail with every wind ;

He that loves, and fears to try,
Learns his mistress to deny.
Doth she chide thee?’tis to shew it
That thy coldness makes her do it.
is she silent, is she mute f.
Silence fully grants thy suit.
Doth she pout and leave the room?
Then she goes to bid thee come.

Is she sick? why then be sure,
She invites thee to the cure.
Doth she cross thy suit with “ Not"
Tush! she loves to hear thee woo.
Doth she call the faith of men
In question? nay, she loves thee then;
And if e'er she makes a blot,
She's lost if that thou hitt'st her not.

He that, after ten denials,
Dares attempt no farther trials,
Hath no warrant to acquire
The dainties of his chaste desire,
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IN a grove most rich of shade,
Where birds wanton music made,

May, then young, his pied weeds showing,

New perfum’d, with flow’rs fresh growing,
Astrophel, with Stella sweet,
Did for mutual comfort meet;
Both within themselves oppress'd,
But each in the other bless'd.
Him great harms had taught much care,
Her fair neck a foul yoke bare;
But her sight his cares did banish,
In his sight her yoke did vanish. "
Wept they had, alas, the while
But now tears themselves did smile;
Sigh they did, but now betwixt
Sighs of woe were glad sighs mix’d;
Their ears hungry of each word, -
Which the dear tongue could afford.

“Stella! whose voice, when it. singeth,
Angels to acquaintance bringeth;
Stella, in whose body is
Writ each character of bliss; o
Whose face all, all beauty passeth,
Save thy mind, which that surpasseth ;
Grant—O grant—but speech, alas !
Fails me, fearing on to pass—
Grant, O dear, on knees I pray,
(Knees on ground he then did stay)
That not I, but, since I love you,
Time and place for me may move you!
Never season was more fit,
Never room more apt for it!
Smiling air allows my reason,
The birds sing, “now use the season,”
This small wind, which so sweet is,
See how it the leaves doth kiss;

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And, if dumb things be so witty,
Shall a heavenly grace want pity ?" *

There, his hands, in their speech, fain
Would have made tongue's language plain;
But her hands, his hands repelling,
Gave repulse all grace excelling.
Then she spake; her speech was such
As not ears but heart did touch;
While in suchwise she love denied
As yet love she signified.

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“Astrophel ! (said she) my love, Cease in these effects to prove. . Now be still ; yet, still believe me, Thy grief more than death doth grieve me. If that any thought in me s Can taste comfort, but of thee; Let me feed with hellish anguish, And joyless, helpless, endless languish' If those eyes you praised, be Half so dear, as you to me, , , Let me home return stark-blinded Of those eyes, and blinder minded ! If to secret of my heart, * I do any wish impart, * Where thou art not foremost placed, Be both wish and I defaced.

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If more may be said, I say
All my life on thee I lay: -
If thou love—my love content thee;
For, all love, all faith is meant thee.
Trust me, while I thee deny, ,
In myself the smart I try. . . .
Tyrant honour thus doth use thee,
Stella's self might not refuse thee.
Therefore, dear, this no more move,
Lest, (though I leave not thy love,
Which too deep in me is framed)
I should blush when thou art named” . -

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