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“O do not, do not, holy Friar,
My sorrow now reprove;
That e'er won lady's love..
“And now, alas! for thy sad loss
I'll e'ermore weep and sigh; For thee I only wish'd to live,
For thee I wish to die.”
“Weep no more, Lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain : For violets pluck'd, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.
“ Our joys as winged dreams do fly,
Why then should sorrow last? Since grief but aggravates thy loss,
Grieve not for what is past.”
“O say not so, thou holy Friar,
I pray thee, say not so;
Tis meet my tears should flow.
66 And will he never come again?
Will he ne'er come again? Ah! no; he is dead, and laid in his grave,
For ever to remain.
“ His cheek was redder than thie rose;
The comeliest youth was he!
Alas, and woe is me!"
“ Sigh no more, Lady, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever:
To one thing constant never.
“ Hadst thou been fond, he had been false,
And left thee sad and heavy:
Since summer trees were leafy."
“ Now say not so, thou holy Friar,
pray thee say not so; My love he had the truest heart
O he was ever true!
“ And art thou dead, thou much-lov'd youth!
And didst thou die for me?
A pilgrim I will be.
“ But first upon my true-love's grave
My weary limbs I'll lay,
That wraps his breathless clay.”
" Yet stay, fair Lady, rest a while,
Beneath this cloyster wall : See, through the hawthorn blows the cold wind,
And drizzly rain doth fall.”
“ O stay me not, thou holy Friar!
O stay me not, I pray!
Can wash my fault away.”.
“ Yet stay, fair Lady, turn again,
And dry those pearly tears;
Thy own true love appears.
Here, forced by grief and hopeless love,
“ But haply, for my year of grace
Is not yet pass'd away,
No longer would I stay.”
“ Now farewell grief, and welcome joy
Once more unto my heart;
We never more will part.”
BY WILLIAM MELMOTH, ESQ.
Ere Saturn's sons were yet disgrac'd,
To Britain's isle direct their car,
Beside the road a mansion stood,
The dame who own'd, adorn'd the place;
Imagine now. the table clear,