WEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,

Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,

And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows you have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

Like seasoned timber, never gives,

But, when the whole world turns to coal,

That chiefly lives.

(Herbert.)

ELEGY ON A GIRL.

HAT needs complaints

When she a place

Has with the race

Of saints ?

In endless mirth,

She thinks not on

What's said, or done

In earth;

She sees no tears,

Or any tone

Of thy deep groan

She hears;

Nor does she mind,

Or think on't now,

That ever thou

Wast kind;

But, changed above,

She likes not there,

As she did here,

Thy love.

Forbear therefore,

And lull asleep

Thy woes, and weep

No more.

(Herrick.)

TO DEATH.

HOU bidst me come away,
And I'll no longer stay,

Than for to shed some tears

For faults of former years,
And to repent some crimes
Done in the present times;
And, next, to take a bit
Of bread, and wine with it;
To don my robes of love,
Fit for the place above;
To gird my loins about
With charity throughout;
And so to travel hence
With feet of innocence;
These done, I'll only cry
God's mercy, and so die.

(Herrick.)

ETERNITY.

YEARS, and age, farewell,
Behold, I go

Where I do know

Infinity to dwell.

And these mine eyes shall see

All times, how they

Are lost in the sea

Of vast eternity.

Where never moon shall sway

The stars, but she

And night shall be

Drowned in one endless day.

(Herrick.)