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SWEETEST love, I do not go
For weariness of thee,

Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;

But since that I

At the last must part, 'tis best
Thus to use myself in jest

By feigned deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here to-day;

He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way:

Then fear not me,

But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take

J. DONNE

More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's pow'r!
That if good fortune fall,

Cannot add another hour,

Nor a lost hour recall;

But come bad chance,

And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length
Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st thou sigh'st not wind,
But sigh'st my soul away;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
My life's blood doth decay.
It cannot be

That thou lovest me as thou say'st

If in thine my life thou waste,

That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart
Forethink me any ill;

Destiny may take thy part
And may thy fears fulfil;
But think that we

Are but turned aside to sleep.
They who one another keep
Alive, ne'er parted be!

SAMELA

R. GREENE

LIKE to Diana in her summer weed,
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,
Goes fair Samela.

Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed
When washed by Arethusa fount they lie,
Is fair Samela.

As fair Aurora in her morning gray,
Decked with the ruddy glister of her love
Is fair Samela;

Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day
Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancies move,
Shines fair Samela.

Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory

Of fair Samela.

Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams;
Her brows bright arches framed of ebony:
Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,
And Juno in the show of majesty :
For she's Samela.

Pallas in wit,—all three, if you will view,
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity,
Yield to Samela.

SLEEP, ANGRY BEAUTY

T. CAMPION

SLEEP, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me!
For who a sleeping lion dares provoke?
It shall suffice me here to sit and see

Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke :
What sight can more content a lover's mind
Than beauty seeming harmless, if not kind?

My words have charmed her, for secure she sleeps, Though guilty much of wrong done to my love; And in her slumber, see! she close-eyed weeps:

Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, That she in peace may wake and pity me.

DIAPHENIA

DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs

Are beloved of their dams—

H. CONSTABLE

How blest were I if thou would'st prove me!

Diaphenia like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as each flower

Loves the sun's life-giving power

For dead, thy breath to life might move me.

Diaphenia, like to all things blessèd
When all thy praises are expressèd,

Dear joy, how I do love thee!

As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king:

Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

TO PHILLIS, THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS

My Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her,

And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her rising still to honour.

SIR E. DYER

My Phillis hath prime feathered flowers
That smile when she treads on them,

And Phillis hath a gallant flock

That leaps since she doth own them.

H