...field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb, And age complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongne, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, bnt sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,...

...And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and he thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; ' To " The Passionate Shepherd to his Love," by Christopher Marlow. 'IF ALL THE WOKLD AND LO\ K WERE...

...Raleigh's to Marlowe: the relentless intrusion of time on that endless neo-pastoral May: But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold. Had joys no date, nor age no need, the pastoral appeal would convince. What is then interesting is...

...young, And truth in every Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field...Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no...

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields:...

...line) is only the more forceful when we remind ourselves that these lines are preceded by the lines, "The flowers do fade, and wanton fields / To wayward winter reckoning yields." The unpredictability and indiscriminacy of unlimited fertility turn into the unpredictability and indiscriminacy...

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasure might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields;...

...young, And truth in every Sheepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field...to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomell becommeth dombe, The rest complaines of cares to come. The flowers doe fade, & wanton fieldes,...

...young, And truth in even' shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field...rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields;...

...yeeldes" (9-10). Her description is not merely possible but inevitable in the temporal world of events: "Time drives the flocks from field to fold, / When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold" (5-6). Ralegh's "anti-lyric" follows Marlowe's form throughout, even in his final stanza's recognition...