SONG SWEETEST love, I do not go Nor in hope the world can show But since that I At the last must part, 'tis best By feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, He hath no desire nor sense, Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make J. DONNE More wings and spurs than he. O how feeble is man's pow'r! Cannot add another hour, Nor a lost hour recall; But come bad chance, And we join to it our strength, When thou sigh'st thou sigh'st not wind, 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 Destiny may take thy part Are but turned aside to sleep. SAMELA R. GREENE LIKE to Diana in her summer weed, Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed As fair Aurora in her morning gray, Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Of fair Samela. Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams; Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, Pallas in wit,—all three, if you will view, SLEEP, ANGRY BEAUTY T. CAMPION SLEEP, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me! Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke : 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, Are beloved of their dams— H. CONSTABLE How blest were I if thou would'st prove me! Diaphenia like the spreading roses, 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 Dear joy, how I do love thee! As the birds do love the spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! TO PHILLIS, THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS My Phillis hath the morning sun And Phillis hath morn-waking birds SIR E. DYER My Phillis hath prime feathered flowers And Phillis hath a gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them. |