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To the gay gardens his unstay'd desire
Him wholly carried, to refresh his sprites, There lavish nature, in her best attire,
Pours forth sweet odours and alluring sights;
Texcel the natural with made delights:
From bed to bed, from one to other border,
Of every flower and herb there set in order: Now this, now that, he tasteth tenderly
Yet none of them he rudely doth disa ler, Ne with his feet their silken leaves deface, But pastures on the pleasures of each place. And evermore, with most variety
And change of sweetness (for all change is sweet,) He casts his glutton sense to satisfy ;
Now sucking of the sap of herb most meet, Ɔr of the dew that yet on them does lie,
Now in the same bathing his tender feet: And then he percheth on some bank thereby, To weather him and his moist wings to dry.
2. CHARITY. She was a woman in her freshest age,
Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, With goodly grace and comely personage,
That was on earth not easy to compare ;
Full of great love, but Cupid's wanton snare As hell she hated, chaste in work and will ;
Her neck and breasts were ever open bare, That aye
thereof her babes might suck their füil; The rest was all in yellow robes arrayéd still. A multitude of babes about her bung,
Plying their sports, that joyed her to behold, Whom still she fed, whilst they were weak and young,
But thrust them forth still as they waxed old:
And on her head she wore a tire of gold,
Whose passing price uneath was to be told;
Upon a ravenous wolf and still did claw Between his canker'd teeth a venomous toad,
That all the poison ran about his jaw :
But inwardly he chawéd his own maw
For death it was, when any good he saw,
He clothéd was, ypainted full of eyes : And in his bosom secretly there lay
An hateful snake, the which his tail upties
Those heaps of gold with griple covetise,
And him no less that any like did use:
His alms for want of faith he doth accuse.
So every good to bad he doth abuse ; And eke the verse of famous poet's wit
He does back-bite, and spiteful poison spucs From leprous mouth, on all that ever writ; Snch one vile envy was, that first in row did sit.
XVI, ANONYMOUS-YOUTH AND AGE.
Youth is full of pleasure ; Age is full of care :
Youth like summer brave ; Age like winter Youth is full of sport,
[bare. Age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, Age is lame :
Youth is wild, and Age is tame.
my Age, I do defy thee; O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long
love is young:
XVII. ROBERT SOUTHWELL.
Take thy time while time is lent tha
Fly their fault lest thou repent thet.
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure.
Take thy hold upon his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.
Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing;
Often sought, scarce ever chancing.
Break its eggs ere they be hatch'd;
Fledg'd, they hardly can be catch'd.
Not by force but often falling;
More by use than strength and 'vailing.
Aged trees do break with bending;
Growth doth make them past amending.
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower; The sorriest wight may find release of pain,
The driest soil suck in some moistening shower ; Time goes by turns, and chances change by course From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of fortune doth not ever flow;
She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;
Her tides have equal time to come and go ;
Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web: No joy so great but runneth to an end; No hap so hard but may in time amend.
3. CONTENT AND RICH.
My conscience is my crown;
Contented thoughts my rest;
My bliss is in my breast.
A mean, the surest lot;
Too low for envy's shot.
to fulfil :
The bounds unto my will.
Which is of heav'nly reign:
All lower hopes refrain.
Well-doing is my wealth :
While Grace affordeth bealth.
While fury's flame doth burn;
Until the tide doth turn.
And ebbing wrath doth end;
Into a quiet friend.
A temper'd calm I find