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"And tell them thus from me,
Poison is also put in medicine,
And unto man his health doth oft
The fire that all things eke consumeth clean,
May hurt and heal: then if that this be true,
I trust some time my harm may be my health,
Since every woe is joined with some wealth.
A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS
A FACE that should content me wondrous well,
Should not be fair, but lovely to behold With gladsome cheer, all grief for to expel;
With sober looks so would I that it should
Speak without words, such words as none can tell;
The tress also should be of crispéd gold. With wit and these, might chance I might be tied,
And knit again with knot that should not slide.
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS
Whereat I sighed, and said,
Farewell my wonted joy!
Truss up thy pack, and trudge from me, COME live with me, and be my love, To every little boy;
And we will all the pleasures prove,
And we will sit upon the rocks,
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon; My scrip of joy, immortal diet; My bottle of salvation;
My gown of glory (hope's true gauge),
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see, That have cast off their rags of clay, And walk apparelled fresh, like me.
THE SOUL'S ERRAND.
Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant : Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Go, tell the court it glows,
And shines like rotten wood; Go, tell the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie.
Tell potentates they live
Acting by others' actions; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by their factions: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Tell men of high condition That rule affairs of state,