XLV

THE WORLD'S WAY

WHY, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalléd play ;

For some must watch, while some must sleep :

So runs the world away.

XLVI

THE LIFE ACCORDING TO NATURE

NDER the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats

And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither :

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

SONNETS

Ω θεοὶ, τίς ἄρα Κύπρις, ἢ τίς Ίμερος

τοῦδε ξυνήψατο ;

TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF

THESE INSUING SONNETS

MR. W. H. ALL HAPPINESSE

AND THAT ETERNITIE

PROMISED BY

OUR EVER-LIVING POET

WISHETH

THE WELL-WISHING

ADVENTURER IN

SETTING

FORTH

T. T.

TO HIS FRIEND, THAT HE SHOULD

MARRY

ROM fairest creatures we desire increase,

FROM

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory :

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own blood buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.