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That from every thing I saw,
I could some invention draw,
And raise pleasure to its height
Through the meanest object's sigiit.
By the murmur of a spring,
Or the least bough's rustling ;
By a daisy whose leaves spread,
Sħut when Titan goes to bed,
Or a shady bush or tree
She could more infuse in me,
Than all nature's beauties can
In some other wiser man.

5. OPPORTUNITY.
A time draws nigh in which you may
As you shall please the chess-men play;
Remove, confine, check, leave, or take,
Dispose, depose, undo, or make,
Pawn, rook, knight, bishop, queen or king,
And act your wills in every thing :
But, if that time let slip you shall,
For yesterday in vain you call.

A time draws nigh in which the sun
Will give more light than he hath done:
Then also you shall see the moon
Shine brighter than the sun at noon:
And many stars now seeming dull
Give shadows like the moon at full.
Yet then shall some, who think they see,
Wrapt in Egyptian darkness be.

A time draws nigh when with your bloud
You shall preserve the viper's brood,
And starve your own; yet fancy than
That you have played the pelican;
But when you think the frozen snakes
Have changed their natures for your sakes
They, in requital, will contrive
Your mischief who did them revive.

A time will come when they that wake
Shall dream; and sleepers undertake

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The grand affairs : yet, few men know
Which are the dreamers of these two;
And fewer care by which of these
They guided be, so they have ease :
But an alarum shall advance
Your drowsy spirits from that trance.

A time shall come ere long in which
Mere beggars shall grow soonest rich;
The rich with wants be pinchéd more
Than such as go from door to door:
The honourable by the base
Shall be despited to their face;
The truth defamèd be with lies :
The fool preferred before the wise;
And he that fighteth to be free,
By conquering enslaved shall be.

A time will come when see you shall
Toads fly aloft and eagles crawl;
Wolves walk abroad in human shapes;
Men turn to asses, hogs, and apes :
But, when that cursed time is come,
Well's he that is both deaf and dumb;
That nothing speaketh, nothing hears,
And neither hopes, desires, nor fears.

LV. THOMAS CAREW.

1. APPROACH OF SPRING. Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or calls an icy cream Upon the silver lake, or crystal stream: But the warm sun thaws the benumbèd earth, And makes it tender; gives a second birth To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble bee : Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthful spring.

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The valleys, hills, and woods, in rich array,
Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.
Now all things smile.

2. SONG : ASK ME NO MORE. Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the fading rose
For in your beauties' orient deep

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray

The golden atoms of the day;
For, in pure love, heaven did prepare

These powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat

She winters, and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light,

That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit and there

Fixéd become, as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if east or west

The phenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.

3. SONG : AMONGST THE MYRTLES.
Amongst the myrtles as I walked,
Love and my sighs thus intertalked :
“Tell me," said I, in deep distress,
* Where may I find my shepherdess ?"
“Thou fool," said Love, “know'st thou not this,
In every thing that's good she is ?
In yonder tulip go and seek;
There thou may'st find her lip, her cheek.
In yon enamoured pansy by;
There thou shalt have her curious eye.
In bloom of peach, in rosy bud;
There wave the streamers of her blood.
In brightest lilies that there stand,
The emblems of her whiter hand.

In yonder rising hill there smell
Such sweets as in her bosom dwell.”
“ Tis true," said I: and thereupon
I went to pluck them one by one,
To make of parts a union;
But on a suddon all was gone.
With that I stopt : said Love, “These be,
Fond man, resemblances of thee;
And, as these flowers, thy joys shall die,
E’en in the twinkling of an eye;
And all thy hopes of her shall wither,
Like these short sweets thus knit together.”

4. UNFADING BEAUTY.
He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-light eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires,
As old time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and stedfast mind,

Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,

Kindle never-dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
LVI. WILLIAM BROWNE.

1. NIGHT.
Now great Hyperion left his golden throne,
That on the dancing waves in glory shone,
For whose declining on the western shore
The oriental hills black mantles wore,
And thence apace the gentle twilight fled,
That had from hideous caverns ushered
All-drowsy night; who, in a car of jet,
By steeds of iron-grey (which mainly sweat
Moist drops on all the world) drawn through the sky,
The helps of darkness waited orderly.
First, thick clouds rose from all the liquid plains;
Then mists from marishes, and grounds whose veins

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Were conduit-pipes to many a crystal spring;
From standing pools and fens were following
Unhealthy fogs; each river, every rill

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vapours to attend her will.
These pitchy curtains drew 'twixt earth and heaven,
And, as Night's chariot through the air was driven,
Clamour grew dumb, unheard was shepherd's song,
And silence girt the woods; no warbling tongue
Talked to the echo; satyrs broke their dance,
And all the upper world lay in a trance :
Only the curled streams soft chidings kept;
And little gales, that from the green leaf swept
Dry summer's dust, in fearful whisperings stirred,
As loath to waken any singing bird.

2. THE ARBOUR.
Not all the ointments brought from Delos isle,
Nor from the confines of seven-headed Nile :
Nor that brought whence Phænicians have abodes :
Nor Cyprus' wild vine flower; nor that of Rhodes ;
Nor rose's oil from Naples, Capua;
Saffron confected in Cilicia ;
Nor that of quinces, nor of marjoram,
That ever from the isle of Coos came:
Nor these, nor any else, though ne'er so rare,
Could with this place for sweetest smells compare.
There stood the elm, whose shade, so mildly dim,
Doth nourish all that groweth under him :
Cypresses, that like pyramids run topping,
And hurt the least of any by their dropping:
The alder, whose fat shadow nourisheth ;-
Each plant set near to him long flourisheth:
The heavy-headed plane-tree, by whose shade
The grass grows thickest, men are fresher made:
The oak that best endures the thunder-strokes :
The everlasting ebony, cedar, box :
The olive, that in wainscot never cleaves :
The amorous vine, which in the elm still weaves :
The lotus, juniper, where worms ne'er enter :
The pine, with whom men through the ocean venture ;

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