Thy care is, under polish'd tins,

To serve the hot-and-hot;

To come and go, and come again,
Returning like the pewit,

And watch'd by silent gentlemen,
That trifle with the cruet.

Live long, ere from thy topmost head

The thick-set hazel dies;

Long, ere the hateful crow shall tread

The corners of thine eyes:

Live long, nor feel in head or chest

Our changeful equinoxes,

Till mellow Death, like some late guest,

Shall call thee from the boxes.

But when he calls, and thou shalt cease

To pace the gritted floor,

And, laying down an unctuous lease

Of life, shalt earn no more;

No carved cross-bones, the types of Death,

Shall show thee past to Heaven : But carved cross-pipes, and, underneath,

A pint-pot neatly graven.

LADY CLARE.

IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

I trow they did not part in scorn : Lovers long-betroth'd were they : They too will wed the morrow morn: God's blessing on the day!

'He does not love me for my birth,

Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth,

And that is well,' said Lady Clare.

In there came old Alice the nurse,

Said, 'Who was this that went from thee?'

'It was my cousin,' said Lady Clare,

'To-morrow he weds with me.'

'O God be thank'd!' said Alice the nurse,

'That all comes round so just and fair:

Lord Ronald is heir of all

your lands,

And you are not the Lady Clare.'

'Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse? Said Lady Clare, 'that ye speak so wild?' 'As God's above,' said Alice the nurse, 'I speak the truth: you are my child.'

'The old Earl's daughter died at my breast;
I speak the truth, as I live by bread!
I buried her like my own sweet child,
And put my child in her stead.'

'Falsely, falsely have ye done,

O mother,' she said, 'if this be true, To keep the best man under the sun So many years from his due.'

'Nay now, my child,' said Alice the nurse, 'But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's, When you are man and wife.'

'If I'm a beggar born,' she said,
'I will speak out, for I dare not lie.
Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold,
And fling the diamond necklace by.'

'Nay now, my child,' said Alice the nurse, 'But keep the secret all ye can.' She said, 'Not so: but I will know

If there be any faith in man.'