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Corruption wins not more than honesty.

SUNRISE. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

[From Venus and Adonis.] To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:

Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy

From his moist cabinet mounts up on country's,

high, Thy God's, and truth's. Then if thou And wakes the morning, from whose fall'st, O Cromwell,

silver breast Thou fall’st a blessed martyr!

Serve

The sun ariseth in his najesty; the King,

Who doth the world so gloriously be And, - pr’ythee, lead me in;

hold, There take an inventory of all I have,

The cedar-tops and hills seem burTo the last penny, 'tis the King's: my

nish d gold. robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Crom

LUCRETIA SLEEPING. well, Cromwell !

[From Rape of Lucrece.? Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

Her lily hand her rosy cheek liej under, I serv'd my King, he would not in mine Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;

Who, therefore angry, seems to part in age Have left me naked to mine enemies.

sunder, Swelling on either side to want his bliss;

Between whose hills her head entombed TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS

is; AWAY. [From Measure for Measure.) Without the bed her other fair hand was, TAKE, O take those lips away,

On the green coverlet, whose perfect That so sweetly were forsworn;

white And those eyes, the break of day,

Show'd like an April daisy on the grass, Lights that do mislead the morn With pearly sweat, resembling dew of But my kisses bring again,

night. Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.

Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd

their light, Hide, O hide those hills of snow, And canopied in darkness sweetly lay,

Which thy frozen bosom bears, Till they might open to adorn the day. On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears : Her hair, like golden threads, play'd with But first set my poor heart free,

her breath; Bound in those icy chains by thee. O modest wantons ! wanton modesty!

Showing life's triumph in the map of

death, LOVE AND LUST.

And death's dim look in life's mortality. (From Venus and Adonis.]

Each in her sleep themselves so beautify, LOVE comforteth like sunshine after rain; As if between them twain there were no But I ast's effect is tempest after sun;

strife, Love's gentle spring doth always fresh But that life liv'd in death, and death in remain;

life. Lust's winter comes, ere summer half be done.

Her breasts, like ivory globes circled Love surfeits not; Lust like a glutton dies: with blue, Love is all truth; Lust full of forged lies. A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,

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By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd

SONNETS.
Was melted like a vapor from her sight,
And in his blood, that on the ground

TO HIS LOVE. lay spill’d,

18. A purple Power sprung up, chequer'd SHALL I compare thee to a summer's with white,

day? Resembling well his pale cheeks, and Thou art more lovely and more temper. the blood

ate: Which in round drops upon their

Rough winds do shake the darling buds whiteness stood.

of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a She bows her head the new-sprung date :

flower to smell, Comparing it to her Adonis' breath;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven And says within her bosom it shall dwell,

shines, Since he himself is reftfrom her by death:

And often is his gold complexion She crops the stalk, and in the breach

dimm'd: appears

And every fair from fair sometime deGreen dropping sap, which she com

clines, pares tears

By chance, or nature's changing course, Poor flower! (quoth she) this was thy

untrimm'd. father's guise (Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling

But thy eternal summer shall not fade sire),

Nor lose possession of that fair thou For every little grief to wet his eyes,

owest; To grow unto himself was his desire,

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as

his shade, good

When in eternal lines to time thou grow

est. To wither in my breast as in his blood. Here was thy father's bed, here in my So long as men can breathe, or eyes breast,

can see, Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy So long lives this, and this gives life to right;

thee. Low in this hollow cradle take thy rest, My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:

57 There shall not be one minute of an hour,

BEING your slave, what should I do but

tend Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.

Upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend Thus weary of the world, away she hies, Nor services to do, till you require : And yokes her silver doves, by whose swift aid

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end. Their mistress, mounted, through the hour

Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where Nor think the bitterness of absence

their queen Means to immure herself, and not be When you have bid your servant once seen.

ABSENCE.

empty skies

for you,

adieu :

sour

ill.

Nor dare I question with my jealous O how shall summer's honey breath thought

hold out Where you may be, or your

affairs

sup- Against the wreckful siege of battering pose,

days, But like a sad slave, stay and think of When rocks impregnable are not so stout nought

Nor gates of steel so strong, but time Save, where you are, how happy you decays? make those;

O fearful meditation! where, alack! So true a fool is love, that in your will, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's Though you do anything, he thinks no chest lie hid?

Or what strong hand can hold his swift

foot back, TIME AND LOVE.

Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? 64.

O! none, unless this miracle have WHEN I have seen by Time's fell hand

might, defaced

That in black ink my love may still shine The rich proud cost of out-worn buried

bright. age; When sometime lofty towers I see downrazed,

SOUL AND BODY. And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

146. When I have seen the hungry ocean

Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful gain

earth, Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee And the firm soil win of the watery

array, main,

Why dost thou pine within and suffer Increasing store with loss, and loss with dearth, store;

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?

When I have seen such interchange of Why so large cost, having so short a state,

lease, Or state itself confounded to decay, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate

spend ? That Time will come and take my Love Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, away :

Eat up thy charge? is his thy body's

end? This thought is as

a death, which cannot choose

Then, Soul, live thou up in thy servant's But weep to have that which it fears to loss, lose.

And let that pine to aggr: vate thy store;

Buy terms divine in selling hours of 65.

dross; SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor Within be fed, without be rich no

boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, Huw with this rage shall beauty hold a So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds plea,

on men, Whose action is no stronger than a flow- And death once dead, there's no more er?

dying then.

more:

A MADRIGAL. (From The Passionate Pilgrim.] Crabbed Age and Youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather, Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare:

Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:
Age, I do ahhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

1552–1618. (BORN, 1552; executed, 1618. No early collected edition of his poems exists; such as were printed at all appeared for the most part in the Miscellanies of the time.]

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