10 Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, 26 CARPE DIEM O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; In delay there lies no plenty,- W. SHAKESPEARE. 27 WINTER When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail ; Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note! 5 When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And Marian's nose looks red and raw ; Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note! 28 W. SHAKESPEARE. 15 That time of year thou may'st in me behold In me thou see'st the twilight of such day 10 10 5 10 In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. W. SHAKESPEARE. 29 REMEMBRANCE When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste; Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 5 For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell❜d woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before : -But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. 30 W. SHAKESPEARE. REVOLUTIONS 10 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, 5 And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; 10 Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. W. SHAKESPEARE. 31 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? 5 Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking ; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, 9 Comes home again, on better judgement making. Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter ; 32 THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. W. SHAKESPEARE. 1 33 THE LOVER'S APPEAL And wilt thou leave me thus ? And wilt thou leave me thus, ! And wilt thou leave me thus, Neither for pain nor smart? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! SIR T. WYATT. 34 THE NIGHTINGALE As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Which a grove of myrtles made, 5 10 15 20 |