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WELCOME, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
He that to the voice is near
Breaking from your ivry pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
The delightful nightingale.
Welcome, welcome, then ...
He that looks still on your eyes,
Though the winter have begun
To benumb our arteries,
Shall not want the summers sun.
Welcome, welcome, then ...
He that still may see your cheeks,
Where all rareness still reposes,
Is a fool if eer he seeks
Other lilies, other roses.
Welcome, welcome, then ...
He to whom your soft lip yields,
And perceives your breath in kissing,
All the odours of the fields
Never, never shall be missing.
Welcome, welcome, then ...
He that question would anew
What fair Eden was of old,
Let him rightly study you,
And a brief of that behold.
Welcome, welcome, then ...
STEER, hither steer your wingàed pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Loves undiscoverd mines,
A prey to passengers
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phoenix urn and nest.
Fear not your ships,
Nor any to oppose you save our lips;
But come on shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves our panting breasts,
Where never storms arise,
Exchange, and be awhile our guests:
For stars gaze on our eyes.
The compass Love shall hourly sing,
And as he goes about the ring,
We will not miss
To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.
Then come on shore,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,
Grew in a little garden all alone;
A sweeter flower did Nature neer put forth,
Nor fairer garden yet was never known:
The maidens danced about it morn and noon,
And learnàed bards of it their ditties made;
The nimble fairies by the pale-faced moon
Waterd the root and kissd her pretty shade.
But well-a-day!the gardener careless grew;
The maids and fairies both were kept away,
And in a drought the caterpillars threw
Themselves upon the bud and every spray.
God shield the stock! If heaven send no supplies,
The fairest blossom of the garden dies.
FOR her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her states sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest. Be she merry,
For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her
So much grace, and so approve her,
That for everything I love her.
SO shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
The bee goes when the day is done;
So sits the turtle when she is but one,
And so all woe, as I since she is gone.
To some few birds kind Nature hath
Made all the summer as one day:
Which once enjoyd, cold winters wrath
As night they sleeping pass away.
Those happy creatures are, that know not yet
The pain to be deprived or to forget.
I oft have heard men say there be
Some that with confidence profess
The helpful Art of Memory:
But could they teach Forgetfulness,
Id learn; and try what further art could do
To make me love her and forget her too.
MAY! Be thou never graced with birds that sing,
Nor Floras pride!
In thee all flowers and roses spring,
Mine only died.
UNDERNEATH this sable herse
Lies the subject of all verse:
Sidneys sister, Pembrokes mother:
Death, ere thou hast slain another
Fair and learnd and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
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