'Twas pity Nature brought you forth But you are lovely leaves, where we TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been filled with flowers, And ye the walks have been R. HERRICK Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. You've heard them sweetly sing, But now we see none here Adorned this smoother mead. Like unthrifts, having spent IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY MORTALITY, behold and fear! F. BEAUMONT What a change of flesh is here! Who now want strength to stir their hands : With the richest, royallest seed That the earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin : Here the bones of birth have cried, "Though gods they were, as men they died!" Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings; Here's a world of pomp and state, Buried in dust, once dead by fate. THE NYMPH DESCRIBES HER FAWN WITH Sweetest milk and sugar first I it at my own fingers nursed; A. MARVELL It waxed more white and sweet than they- I blushed to see its foot more soft And white,-shall I say,-than my hand? It is a wondrous thing how fleet I have a garden of my own, And all the spring-time of the year Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; For in the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Had it lived long, it would have been 1 A LOVER'S LULLABY SING lullaby, as women do, G. GASCOIGNE Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; And lullaby can I sing too, As womanly as can the best. With lullaby they still the child; And if I be not much beguiled, Full many a wanton babe have I, Which must be stilled with lullaby. First lullaby my youthful years, Have won the haven within my head. Next lullaby my gazing eyes, Which wonted were to glance apace; And lullaby my wanton will; Let reason's rule now reign thy thought; Since all too late I find by skill How dear I have thy fancies bought; |