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ROMEO. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll | Hand in hand, while the sun peered over,

(Descends.)

descend. JULIET. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord my friend !

I must hear from thee every day i' the hour,
For in a minute there are many days :
O, by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.

ROMEO. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. JULIET. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

ROMEO. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

DIVIDED.

I.

SHAKESPEARE.

AN empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom : We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume.

Crowds of bees are giddy with clover;

Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet; Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

Flusheth the rise with her purple favor,

Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring, "Twixt the two brown butterflies waver, Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.

We two walk till the purple dieth,

And short dry grass under foot is brown; But one little streak at a distance lieth Green, like a ribbon, to prank the down.

II.

Over the grass we stepped unto it,

And God he knoweth how blithe we were ! Never a voice to bid us eschew it;

Hey the green ribbon that showed so fair!

Hey the green ribbon ! we kneeled beside it, We parted the grasses dewy and sheen ; Drop over drop there filtered and slided

A tiny bright beck that trickled between.

Tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us,

Light was our talk as of faëry bells Faëry wedding-bells faintly rung to us, Down in their fortunate parallels.

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Now! if thou wouldst -- when all have given him over

From death to life thou might'st him yet re

cover.

MICHAEL DRAYTON.

FAREWELL! THOU ART TOO DEAR.

FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not
knowing,

Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter;
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.

AN EARNEST SUIT

SHAKESPEARE.

TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM.

AND wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay! for shame!
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long,
In wealth and woe among?
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart,
Never for to depart,
Neither for pain nor smart?
And wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
And have no more pity

Of him that loveth thee?
Alas! thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus ?

Say nay! say nay!

SIR THOMAS WYATT.

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