A Book of old English love songs . with flowers.[«3.] Jtt sfyt be Whateer delight Can make days forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow: Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend. I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish no more. [124] Mjjofer sfyt be Now, if Time know
A Book of old English love songs . with flowers.[«3.] Jtt sfyt be Whateer delight Can make days forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers; Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow: Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend. I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish no more. [124] Mjjofer sfyt be Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows ; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see: I seek no further, it is She. Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear My wishes* cloudy character. Such worth as this isShall fix my flying wishes,And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye; Be ye my fictions : — but her story. — Richard Crashaw. C»5] a Lallan upon a auetfcfns. TELL thee, Dick, where I have been,Where I the rarer things have seen; O, things without compare!Such sights again cannot be foundIn any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair. At Charing-Cross, hard by the way,Where we (thou knowst) do sell ourhay, There is a house with stairs;And there did I see coming downSuch folk as are not in our town,Forty at least, in pairs.[126] 3 HBallau upon a Meaning Amongst the rest, one pestlent fine(His beard no bigger though than thine) Walked on before the rest:Our landlord looks like nothing to him:The King (God bless him) twould undo him, Should he go still so drest. At Course-a-Park, without all doubt,He should have first been taken out By all the maids i th town:Though lusty Roger there had been,Or little George upon the Green, Or Vincent of the Crown. But wot you what ? the youth was goingTo make an end of all his wooing: The parson for him stayd:Yet by his leave (for all his haste)He did not so much wish
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