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The Dew no more shall Weep.

Not in the evening's eyes,

When they red with weeping are
For the sun that dies,

Sits Sorrow with a face so fair:
Nowhere but here doth meet

Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.

RICHARD CRASHAW.

NATURE'S LESSONS.

WITH all, as in some rare limned book, we see
Here painted lectures of God's sacred will.
The daisy teacheth lowliness of mind;
The camomile, we should be patient still;
The rue, our hate of vice's poison ill;

The woodbine, that we should our friendship hold;
Our hope the savory in the bitterest cold.

99

HENRY PEACHUM.

O, NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?

NANNY, wilt thou go with me,

Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot and russet gown?
No longer drest in silken sheen,

No longer deck'd with jewels rare,
Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?

O, Nanny, when thou'rt far away,
Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
Say, canst thou face the parching ray,
Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
Oh, can that soft and gentle mien

Extremes of hardship learn to bear,
Nor sad regret each courtly scene,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair?

O, Nanny, wilt thou go with me ?
O, Nanny, canst thou love so true,

Through perils keen with me to go;
Or when thy swain mishap shall rue,
To share with him the pang of woe?
Say, should disease or pain befall,

Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recal,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair?

And when at last thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath,
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay
Strew flowers and drop the tender tear,
Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?

THOMAS PERCY.

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AGE AND YOUTH.

RABBED age and youth
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care:

Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport,

Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, age is lame;

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee:

O my love, my love is young;

Age, I do defy thee;

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

SHAKSPEARE.

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AN ADIEU.

LEAVE thee now, my spirit's love!
All bright in youth's unclouded light,
With sunshine round and hope above

Thou scarce hast learnt to dream of night.

Yet night will come! Thy bounding heart
Must watch its idols melt away;

And oh! thy soul must learn to part
With much that made thy childhood gay!

But should we meet in darker years,

When clouds have gathered round thy brow,
How far more precious in thy tears,
Than in thy glow of gladness now!

Then come to me, thy wounded heart
Shall find it has a haven still-
One bosom-faithless as thou art,

All-all thine own 'mid good and ill!

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