Though thou the waters warp, 26. SONG: TAKE, OH TAKE. Take, oh take, those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow, Are of those that April wears ; But my poor heart first set free, Bound in those icy chains to thee. 27. LOVE AND THE BLOSSOM. Through the velvet leaves the wind Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were; 28. WINTER: A SONG. When icicles hang on the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail; And milk comes frozen home in pail; And Marian's nose looks red and raw. 29. CONCEALED LOVE. She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 30. A GOOD CONSCIENCE. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted ? 31. A GOOD NAME. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing 'Twas mine, 'tis his; and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. 32. VARIOUS THOUGHTS. 1 I am sure care's an enemy to life. 2 Love sought is good, but love unsought is better. Our doubts are traitors, 3 And make us lose the good we oft might win, 4 The miserable have no other medicine, 5 The sense of death is most in apprehension : And the beetle that we tread upon, poor In corporal sufferance feels a pang as greut 6 For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the tooth-ache patiently. 7 Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. 8 In maiden meditation fancy-free. 9 The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, The form of things unknown, the poet's pen 10 A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue 11 This fellow picks up wit as pigeons peas, 13 What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice 14 The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, aud spoils. 15 And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe: And so from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. 16 I am a feather for each wind that blows. 18 Come what may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 19 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. 20 This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. 21 I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more is none. 22 We fail! 23 But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Thou sure and firm-set earth, 24 The labour we delight in physics pain. Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. 26 Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. 27 Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it! 28 Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. 29 The better part of valour is discretion. 30 Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. 31 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just. 32 True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings: Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. 33 One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. 34 Time hath, my lord, a wallet on his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion. E XXIII. BARNFIELD. ODE. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Save the nightingale alone; She, poor bird, as all forlorn, That to hear her so complain, Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee. All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; All thy fellow-birds do sing, Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd, Words are easy, like the wind. Every man will be thy friend, Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend: |