LXVIII. LA ASPATIA'S SONG. AY a garland on my hearse, Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true; My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Lightly, gentle earth! LXIX. THOMAS MIDDLETON, 1580?-1627. L HIPPOLITO'S SONG. OVE is like a lamb, and love is like a lion; Fly from love, he fights; fight, then does he fly on. Love is all on fire, and yet is ever freezing; Love is much in winning, yet is more in leesing; Love is ever true, and yet is ever lying; Love does dote in liking, and is mad in loathing; LXX. A HYMN. DROP, drop, slow tears, PHINEAS FLETcher, 1581-1650. And bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from heaven The news and Prince of peace: Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease: In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Nor let his eye See sin, but through my tears. LXXI. THOMAS CAREW, 1589?-1639. A SONG. SK me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light |