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Then as a bee, which among weeds doth | There is she crowned with garlands of fall,
content; Which seem sweet flowers with lustre There doth she manna eat, and nectar fresh and gay,
drink : She lights on that and this, and tasteth That presence doth such high delights all;
present, But pleased with none, doth rise and As never tongue could speak, nor soar away
heart could think.
So when the soul finds here no true con
tent, And like Noah's dove can no sure
THOMAS NASH. footing take, She doth return from whence she first
(1564-1600.) was sent, And fies to Him that first her wings
CONTENTMENT. did make. So while the virgin soul on earth doth Or thrust my hand too far into the fire.
I NEVER loved ambitiously to climb, stay, She, wooed and tempted in ten thou. To be in heaven sure is a blessed thing,
But, Atlas-like, to prop heaven on one's
back By these great powers which on the earth cannot but be more labor than delight.
Such is the state of men in honor placed : The wisdom of the world, wealth, They are gold vessels made for servile pleasure, praise:
uses; With these sometimes she doth her time High trees that keep the weather from
low houses, beguile, These do by fibs her fantasy possess;
But cannot shield the tempest from them
selves. But she distastes them all within a while, I love to dwell betwixt the hills and dales, And in the sweetest finds a tedious. Neither to be so great as to be envied, ness;
Nor yet so poor the world should pity me. But if upon the world's Almighty King She once doth fix her humble, loving
thought; Who by his picture drawn in every thing, WILLIAM DRUMMOND. And sacred messages, her love hath sought;
Of him she thinks she cannot think too THE LESSONS OF NATURE,
much; This honey tasted still, is ever sweet; Of this fair volume which we World do The pleasure of her ravished thought is
If we the sheets and leaves could turn As almost here she with her bliss doth meet.
Of him who it corrects, and did it frame,
We clear might read the art and wisdom But when in heaven she shall his essence
This is her sovereign good, and perfect Find out his power which wildest powers bliss,
doth tame, Her longings, wishings, hopes, all fin. His providence extending everywhere, ished be,
His justice which proud rebels doth not Her joys are full, her motions rest in
In every page, no period of the same.
SIR HENRY WOTTON.
- LADY ELIZABETH CAREW.
But silly we, like foolish children, rest Untied unto the worldly care
of gold, Fair dangling ribbons, leaving what is Who envies none that chance doth raise, best,
Or vice; who never understood On the great writer's sense ne'er taking How deepest wounds are given by praise ; hold;
Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Or if by chance we stay our minds on Who hath his life from rumors freed, aught,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; It is some picture on the margin wrought. Whose state can neither tatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors great ;
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend : (1568 - 1639.)
This man is freed from servile bands, TO HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; BOHEMIA. .
Lord of himself, thongh not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all. Yor meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
You common people of the skies !
What are you, when the sun shall rise ? LADY ELIZABETH CAREW. You curious chanters of the wood,
[About 1613.) That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your voices understood
REVENGE OF INJURIES. By your weak accents ! what 's your praise
Tue fairest action of our human life When Philomel her voice shall raise ? Is scorning to revenge an injury;
For who forgives without a further strife, You violets that first appear,
His adversary's heart to him doth tie; By your pure purple mantles known, And 't is a firmer conquest truly said, Like the proud virgins of the year,
To win the heart, than overthrow the head. As if the spring were all your own! What are you, when the rose is blown? If we a worthy enemy do find,
To vield to worth it must be nobly done; So, when my mistress shall be seen
But if of baser metal be his mind, In form and beauty of her mind ;
In base revenge there is no honor won. By virtue first, then choice, a Queen!
Who would a worthy courage overthrow? Tell me, if she were not designed
And who would wrestle with a worthless The eclipse and glory of her kind ?
foe ? We say our hearts are great, and cannot
yield; THE GOOD MAN.
Because they cannot yield, it proves
them poor : How happy is he born and taught, Great hearts are tasked beyond their That serveth not another's will;
power but seld; Whose arinor is his honest thought, The weakest lion will the loudest roar. And simple truth his utmost skill! Truth's school for certain doth this same
allow; Whose passions not his masters are, High-heartedness doth sometimes teach
Whose soul is still prepared for death, to bow.
A noble heart doth teach a virtuous He looks upon the mightiest monarch's
To scorn to owe a duty overlong; But only as on stately robberies ; To scorn to be for benefits forborne; Where evermore the fortune that prevails
To scorn to lie; to scorn to do a wrong; Must be the right : the ill-succeeding mars To scorn to bear an injury in mind; The fairest and the best faced enterprise. To scorn a free-born heart slave-like to Great pirate Pompey lesser pirates quails : bind.
Justice, he sees (as if seducéd), still
Conspires with power, whose cause must But if for wrongs we needs revenge must
not be ill. have, Then be our vengeance of the noblest And whilst distraught ambition com. kind.
passes, Do we his body from our fury save,
And is encompassed; whilst as craft deAnd let our hate prevail against his
And is deceived: whilst man doth ransack What can 'gainst him a greater vengeance
And builds on blood, and rises by distress; Than make his foe more worthy far than And the inheritance of desolation leaves he?
To great-expecting hopes : he looks there-
And bears no venture in impiety.
Thus, madam, fares that man, that hath (1562 – 1619.)
A rest for his desires; and sees all things FROM AN EPISTLE TO THE COUNT- Beneath him; and hath learned this book ESS OF CUMBERLAND.
Full of the notes of frailty; and compared He that of such a height hath built his The best of glory with her sufferings : mind,
By whom, I see, you labor all you can And reared the dwelling of his thoughts Toplant your heart; and set your thoughts
so strong, As neither fear nor hope can shake the His glorious mansion, as your powers can frame
bear. Of his resolvéd powers; nor all the wind Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong Which, madam, are so soundly fashioned His settleil peace, or to disturb the same : By that clear judgment, that hath carried What a fair seat hath he, from whence he
Beyond the feeble limits of your kind, The boundless wastes and wilds of man As they can stand against the strongest survey ?
Passion can make; inured to any hue And with how free an eye doth he look The world can cast: it cannot cast that down
mind l'pon these lower regions of turmoil ? Out of her form of goodness, that doth see Where all the storms of passions mainly Both what the best and worst of earth beat
can be. On flesh and blood : where honor, power,
Which makes, that whatsoever here beAre only gay afflictions, golden toil;
falls, Where greatness stands upon as feeble You in the region of yourself remain : feet,
Where no vain breath of the impudent As frailty doth; and only great doth seem molests To little minds, who do it so esteem. That hath secured within the brazen walls
Of a clear conscience, that (without all I see how plenty surfeits oft, stain)
And hasty climbers soonest fall; Rises in peace, in innocency rests ; I see that such as sit aloft Whilst all that Malice from without pro Mishap doth threaten most of all.
These get with toil, and keep with fear; Shows her own ugly heart, but hurts not Such cares my mind could never bear. yours.
No princely pomp nor wealthy store, And whereas none rejoice more in revenge,
No force to win the victory, Than women use to do; yet you well No wily wit to salve a sore, know,
No shape to win a lover's eye, That wrong is better checked by being To none of these 1 yield as thrall ; contemned,
For why, my mind despiseth all. Than being pursued; leaving to him to avenge,
Some have too much, yet still they crave ; To whom it appertains. Wherein you show I little have, yet seek no more. How worthily your clearness hath con. They are but poor, though much they demned
have; Base malediction, living in the dark, And I am rich with little store. That at the rays of goodness still doth They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; bark.
They lack, I lend; they pine, I live. Knowing the heart of man is set to be
I laugh not at another's loss, The centre of this world, about the which
I grudge not at another's gain; These revolutions of disturbances No worldly wave my mind can toss; Still roll; where all the aspects of misery I brook that is another's bane. Predominate : whose strong effects are I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend; such,
I loathe not life, nor dread mine end. As he must bear, being powerless to redress :
I joy not in no earthly bliss ; And that unless above himself he can
I weigh not Creesus' wealth a straw; Erect himself, how poor a thing is man.
For care, I care not what it is;
I fear not fortune's fatal law;
I wish but what I have at will;
I wander not to seek for more; (1540 – 1623.)
I like the plain, I climb no hill;
In greatest storins I sit on shore, MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. And laugh at them that toil in vain
To get what must be lost again. My mind to me a kingdom is ;
Snch perfect joy therein I find I kiss not where I wish to kill; As far exceeds all earthly bliss
I feign not love where most I hate; That God or Nature hath assigned ; I break no sleep to win my will; Though much I want that most would I wait not at the mighty's gate. have,
I scorn no poor, I fear no rich; Yet still my mind forbids to crave. I feel no want, nor have too much. Content I live; this is my stay, — The court nor cart I like nor loathe; I seek no more than may suffice.
Extremes are counted worst of all; I press to bear no haughty sway; The golden mean betwixt them both
Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Doth surest sit, and fears no fall; Lo! thus I triumph like a king, This is my choice; for why, I find Content with that my mind doth bring. No wealth is like a quiet mind.
Over hill, over dale,
green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be, In their gold coats spots you see, Those be rubies, fairy favors; In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
UNDER THE GREENWOOD-TREE.
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Here shall he see
Who doth ambition shun,
And pleased with what he gets,
Here shall he see
DIRGE FOR FIDELE.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath bé rude. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,