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So long as men can breathe or eyes cang

XXXIII see, So long lives this and this gives life to Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign

Full many a glorious morning have I seen thee.

eye,

Kissing with golden face the meadows XXIX

green, When, in disgrace with fortune and men's Gilding pale streams with heavenly aleyes,

chemy, I all alone beweep my outcast state,

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride

5 And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless

With ugly rackon his celestial face, cries,

And from the forlorn world his visage hide, And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Wishing me like to one more rich in Even so my sun one early morn did shine hope,

With all-triumphant splendor on my Featured like him, like him with friends

brow; possessed,

But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; Desiring this man's art and that man's The region cloud hath masked him from

scope, With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet him for this my love no whit disYet in these thoughts myself almost de

daineth; spising,

Suns of the world may stain, when Haply I think on thee, and then my

heaven's sun staineth. state,

LXIV Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's When I have seen by Time's fell hand degate;

faced For thy sweet love remembered such The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; wealth brings

When sometime lofty towers I see downThat then I scorn to change my state

razed, with kings.

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

When I have seen the hungry ocean gain 5 XXX

Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

And the firm soil win of the watery main, When to the sessions of sweet silent

Increasing store with loss and loss with thought I summon up remembrance of things past, When I have seen such interchange of

store; I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's

state,

Or state itself confounded to decay; waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, 5

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, For precious friends hid in death's date

That Time will come and take my love less night,

away. And weep afresh love's long-since can

This thought is as a death, which can

not choose

But weep to have that which it fears to And moan the expensel of many a vanished

lose. sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,

boundless sea, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, But if the while I think on thee, dear | How with this rage shall beauty hold a friend,

plea, All losses are restored and sorrows end. Whose action is no stronger than a flower? 1 loss.

2 broken masses of flying cloud. 3 of the upper air.

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O, how shall summer's honey breath hold Lest the wise world should look into out

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your moan Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring And mock you with me after I am gone.

days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time de

That time of year thou mayst in me becays?

hold O fearful meditation! where, alack,

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest

hang lie hid?

Upon those boughs which shake against Or what strong hand can hold his swift

the cold, foot back?

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might,

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day 5 That in black ink my love may still shine

As after sunset fadeth in the west; bright.

Which by and by black night doth take

away, Tired with all these, for restful death I Death's second self, that seals up all in

rest. cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, In me thou see'st the glowing of such And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,

fire And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 10 And gilded honor shamefully misplaced, 5 As the death-bed whereon it must exAnd maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

pire, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, Consumed with that which it was nourAnd strength by limping sway disabled,

ished by. And art made tongue-tied by authority,

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, 10

love more strong, And simple truth miscalled simplicity,

To love that well which thou must leave And captive good attending captain ill.

ere long Tired with all these, from these would I

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From you have I been absent in the spring, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

When proud-pied? April dressed in all his

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Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, No longer mourn for me when I am dead That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell with him. Give warning to the world that I am fled Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet From this vile world, with vilest worms to smell

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Of different flowers in odor and in hue Nay, if you read this line, remember not 5 Could make me any summer's story tell, The hand that writ it; for I love you so Or from their proud lap pluck them where That I in your sweet thoughts would be they grew; forgot

Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, If thinking on me then should make you Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;

They were but sweet, but figures of deO, if, I say, you look upon this verse

light, When I perhaps compounded am with Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.

Yet seemed it winter still, and, you Do not so much as my poor name re- away, hearse,

As with your shadow, I with these did But let your love even with my life decay, play. I folly.

be gone,

woe.

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Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's

loss, When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights,

And let that pine to aggravate thy store;10 And beauty making beautiful old rhyme Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights;

Within be fed, without be rich no more: Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds best,

on men,

5 Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,

And Death once dead, there's no more I see their antique pen would have ex

dying then. pressed Even such a beauty as you master now. ELIZABETHAN SONG WRITERS So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring;

ANONYMOUS And, for they looked but with divining eyes,

BACK AND SIDE GO BARE, GO They had not skill enough your worth to

BARE sing: For we, which now behold these present

Back and side go bare, go bare, days,

Both hand and foot go cold; Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues

But, belly, God send thee good ale to praise.

enough,

Whether it be new or old.
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds

I cannot eat but little meat,

5 Admit impediments. Love is not love

My stomach is not good; Which alters when it alteration finds,

But sure I think that I can drink

With him that wears a hood. Or bends with the remover to remove: 0, no! it is an ever-fixed mark

Though I go bare, take ye no care,

5 That looks on tempests and is never

I am nothing a-cold; shaken;

I stuff my skin so full within

Of jolly good ale and old.
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his

Back and side, etc.
height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips

I love no roast but a nutbrown toast, and cheeks

And a crab' laid in the fire;

15 Within his bending sickle's compass come;

A little bread shall do me stead,

Much bread I not desire. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,

Can hurt me if it would,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

I am so wrapt and throughly lapt
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Of jolly good ale and old.

Back and side, etc.

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And Tib my wife, that as her life Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth, Loveth well good ale to seek, Thrall to these rebel powers that thee Full oft drinks she, till ye may see array,

The tears run down her cheek; Why dost thou pine within and suffer Then doth she trowl? to me the bowl dearth,

Even as a maltworm should, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? And saith, “Sweetheart, I have take my Why so large cost, having so short a lease, 5

part Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Of this jolly good ale and old.” Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,

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Back and side, etc. Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? 1 apple.

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Now let them drink till they nod and I laugh not at another's loss;
wink,

I grudge not at another's pain;
Even as good fellows should do; No worldly waves my mind can toss;
They shall not miss to have the bliss

My state at one doth still remain:
Good ale doth bring men to.
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;

35 And all poor souls that have scoured' bowls, I loathe not life, nor dread my end.

Or have them lustily trowled, God save the lives of them and their wives, Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, Whether they be young or old.

Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Back and side, go bare, go bare,

Their treasure is their only trust;
Both hand and foot go cold;

A cloaked craft their store of skill:
But, belly, God send thee good ale But all the pleasure that I find
enough,

Is to maintain a quiet mind.
Whether it be new or old.

My wealth is health and perfect ease;

My conscience clear my chief defence; SIR EDWARD DYER (15507-1607)

I neither seek by bribes to please, 45

Nor by deceit to breed offence:
MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS Thus do I live; thus will I die;

Would all did so as well as I!
My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1564–1686)
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:

LOVE IS DEAD
Though much I want which most would
have,

5 Ring out your bells, let mourning shows Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

be spread;

For Love is dead: No princely pomp, no wealthy store,

All Love is dead, infected
No force to win the victory,

With plague of deep disdain:
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;

Worth, as nought worth, rejected, 5

And Faith fair scorn doth gain. To none of these I yield as thrall:

From so ungrateful fancy, For why? My mind doth serve for all.

From such a female franzie,2 I see how plenty (surfeits] oft,

From them that use men thus, And hasty climbers soon do fall;

Good Lord, deliver us! I see that those which are aloft

15 Mishap doth threaten most of all; Weep, neighbors, weep; do you not hear it They get with toil, they keep with fear:

said Such cares my mind could never bear.

That Love is dead? Content to live, this is my stay;

His death-bed, peacock's folly;

His winding-sheet is shame;
I seek no more than may suffice;

His will, false-seeming holy; 15
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack my mind supplies:

His sole exec'tor, blame.
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,

From so ungrateful fancy, Content with that my mind doth bring.

From such a female franzie,

From them that use men thus, Some have too much, yet still do crave;25 Good Lord, deliver us!

I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they Let dirge be sung, and trentals rightly read, have,

For Love is dead;
And I am rich with little store:

Sir Wrong his tomb ordaineth
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; My mistress' marble heart;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.

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GEORGE PEELE (1568?-1697?)

"Her eyes were once his dart.”

From so ungrateful fancy,
From such a female franzie,
From them that use men thus,
Good Lord, deliver us!

CUPID'S CURSE

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JOHN LYLY (16642-1606)

CUPID AND CAMPASPE

ENONE. Fair and fair, and twice so fair,

As fair as any may be;
The fairest shepherd on our

green,

A love for any lady.
PARIS. Fair and fair, and twice so fair,5

As fair as any may be;
Thy love is fair for thee alone,

And for no other lady.
CEN. My love is fair, my love is gay,

As fresh as bin2 the flowers in

May,
And of my love my roundelay,

My merry, merry roundelay,
Concludes with Cupid's curse,
"They that do change old love for

new,
Pray gods they change for worse!” 15
AMBO SIMUL.: They that do change, etc.
En. Fair and fair, etc.
PAR. Fair and fair, etc.

Thy love is fair, etc.
En. My love can pipe, my love can

sing,
My love canî many a pretty thing,
And of his lovely praises ring
My merry, merry roundelays,

Amen to Cupid's curse,-
"They that do change," etc. 25
Par. They that do change, etc.
AMBO. Fair and fair, etc.

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Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes;
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love, has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

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SPRING'S WELCOME

ROBERT GREENE (1660?-1692) What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale.

SWEET ARE THE THOUGHTS "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Sweet are the thoughts that savor of conBrave prick-song! who is't now we hear? 5 tent; None but the lark so shrill and clear; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, Sweet are the nights in careless slumber The morn not waking till she sings.

spent; Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat The poor estate scorns fortune's angry Poor robin redbreast tunes his note;

frown: Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing,

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Şuch sweet content, such minds, such Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring;

sleep, such bliss,

5 Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring!

Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. 1 wagered.

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