If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call :
And with such-like flattering,
- Pity but he were a king."
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown,
They that fawned on him before,
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering for

SONG.

Take, 0, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain.

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

1 The collection entitled The Passionate Pilgrim, &c., ends with the Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music which we have numbered XIX.

Malone adds to the collection this exquisite song, of which we find the first verse in Measure for Measure. (See Illustrations.)

VERSES

AXONG THE

ADDITIONAL POEMS TO CHESTER'S LOVE'S

MARTYR, 1601.

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not nea

1 There is a curious coincidence in a passage in The Tem. pest:

“ Now I will believe
That there are unicorns ; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phenix throne.”

From this session interdict
Erery fowl of tyrant wing,
Sare the eagle, feathered king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.
Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right

And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak’st,
Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.