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They are the lords and owners of their No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
Though to itself it only live and die;
The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
This I do vow, and this shall ever be,
THE NOBLE NATURE.
IT is not growing like a tree
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
SONG OF HESPERUS.
QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair,
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Earth, let not thy envious shade
And send you a joyful May!
BEGONE DULL CARE!
BEGONE dull care!
I prithee begone from me: Begone dull care!
Thou and I can never agree. Long while thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill; But i' faith, dull care,
Thou never shalt have thy will.
Too much care
Will make a young man gray; Too much care
Will turn an old man to clay. My wife shall dance, and I will sing, So merrily pass the day; For I hold it is the wisest thing, To drive dull care away.
Hence, dull care,
I'll none of thy company; Hence, dull care,
Thou art no pair for me.
We'll hunt the wild boar through the wold,
So merrily pass the day;
And then at night, o'er a cheerful bowl, We'll drive dull care away.
BISHOP RICHARD CORBETT.
FAREWELL TO THE FAIRIES.
Good housewifes now may say,
And though they sweep their hearths nc less
Than maids were wont to do; Yet who of late, for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe?
The moon shines bright, and the stars Lament, lament, old Abbeys,
A little before it is day;
So God bless you all, both great and
But some have changed your land; And all your children sprung from thence Are now grown Puritans ;
When any need to borrow aught,
We lend them what they do require:
Abroad amongst them then I go,
With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho,
When lazy queans have naught to do,
1 mark their gloze,
I get me gone,
And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho!
And it disclose
The lady stood on her castle wa',
To them whom they have wronged so: There she was aware of a host of men
When I have done
Came riding towards the town.
By wells and rills, in meadows green,
And babes new-born steal as we go;
And wend us laughing ho, ho, ho!
From hag-bred Merlin's time, have I
Thus nightly revelled to and fro;
The hags and goblins do me know;
My feats have told,
So vale, vale; ho, ho, ho!
EDOM O' GORDON.
IT fell about the Martinmas,
When the wind blew shrill and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw to a hauld.
"And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,