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thou winter wind,
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh ho ! the holly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As friend remember'd not.
Then, heigh ho ! the holly !
My thoughts hold mortal strife ;
I And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize :
But he, grim grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprize, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
DIRGE OF LOVE
'OME away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid ;
O prepare it !
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Lay me, O where
For the furious winter's rages ;
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Golden lads and girls all must,
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Fear no more the lightning flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ; Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.
A SEA DIRGE
ULL fathom five thy father lies :
Those are pearls that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade,
A LAND DIRGE
And with leaves and flowers do cover
F Thou survive my well-contented day
I When that cery weathe my nenes with dust shall
cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover;
Compare them with the bettering of the time,
O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought --
But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'
THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH
O longer mourn
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world, that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell ;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
O if, I say, you
your love even with my life decay ;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Or in the heart, or in the head ?