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To the gay gardens his unstay'd desire
Him wholly carried, to refresh his sprites, There lavish nature, in her best attire,
Pours forth sweet odours and alluring sights;
Texcel the natural with made delights:
From bed to bed, from one to other border,
Of every flower and herb there set in order: Now this, now that, he tasteth tenderly
Yet none of them he rudely doth disa ler, Ne with his feet their silken leaves deface, But pastures on the pleasures of each place, And evermore, with most variety
And change of sweetness (for all change is sweet,) He casts his glutton sense to satisfy ;
Now sucking of the sap of herb most meet, Įr of the dew that yet on them does lie,
Now in the same bathing his tender feet: And then he percheth on some bank thereby, To weather him and his moist wings to dry.
2. CHARITY. She was a woman in her freshest age,
Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, With goodly grace and comely personage,
That was on earth not easy to compare;
Full of great love, but Cupid's wanton snare As hell she hated, chaste in work and will ;
Her neck and breasts were ever open bare, That
aye thereof her babes might suck their fiil; The rest was all in yellow robes arrayéd still. A multitude of babes about her bung,
Plying their sports, that joyed her to behold, Whom still she fed, whilst they were weak and young,
But thrust them forth still as they waxed old :
And on her head she wore a tire of gold, Adorn’d with
and ouches wondrous fair,
Upon a ravenous wolf and still did claw
That all the poison ran about his jaw :
For death it was, when any good he saw,
He clothéd was, ypainted full of eyes: And in his bosom secretly there lay
An hateful snake, the which his tail upties
In many folds, and mortal sting implies.
Those heaps of gold with griple covetise,
And him no less that any like did use:
His alms for want of faith he doth accuse.
So every good to bad he doth abuse ; And eke the verse of famous poet's wit
He does back-bite, and spiteful poison spucs From leprous mouth, on all that ever writ; Snch one vile envy was, that first in row did sit.
XVI, ANONYMOUS-YOUTH AND AGE.
Yonth is full of pleasure ; Age is full of care :
Youth like summer brave ; Age like winter Youth is full of sport,
[bare. Age's breath is short;
Youth is nimble, Age is lame :
Youth is wild, and Age is tame.
my Age, I do defy thee; O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
love is young :
XVII. ROBERT SOUTHWELL.
Take thy time while time is lent thor
Fly their fault lest thou repent theo.
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure.
Take thy hold upon his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.
Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing;
Often sought, scarce ever chancing.
Break its eggs ere they be hatch'd;
Fledg’d, they hardly can be catch’d.
Not by force but often falling;
More by use than strength and 'vailing.
Aged trees do break with bending;
Growth doth make them past amending.
Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;
The driest soil suck in some moistening shower ;
She draws her favours to the lowest ebb;
Her tides have equal time to come and go ;
Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web : No joy so great but runneth to an end; No hap so hard but may in time amend.
3. CONTENT AND RICH.
easy to fulfil :
My conscience is my crown;
Contented thoughts my rest;
My bliss is in my breast.
A mean, the surest lot;
Too low for envy's shot.
The bounds unto my will.
Which is of heav'nly reign:
All lower hopes refrain.
Well-doing is my wealth:
While Grace affordeth bealth.
While fury's flame doth burn;
Until the tide doth turn.
And ebbing wrath doth end;
Into a quiet friend.
A temper'd calm I find