THE BAITE. BY JOHN DONNE, D. D. DEAN OF ST. PAULS.* COME live with mee, and bee my love; There will the river whispring runne, When thou wilt fwimme in that live bath, If thou to be fo feene beeft loath I need not their light, having thee. 5 10 15 * Born 1573; dyed 1631.-This fong is in imitation of a ftill more beautiful one by Christopher Marlowe, beginning with the fame line. Let others freez with angling reeds, And cut their legges with thels and weeds, Or treacherously poore fish befet, With ftrangling fnare, or windowie net : 20 Let coarse bold hands from flimy nest For thee, thou needst no fuch deceit, 25 EPITAPHS. BY BENJAMIN JONSON, POET LAUREAT.* ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE, SISTER UNDERNEATH this marble herse ON MICHAEL DRAYTON, ESQ. DoE, pious marble, let thy readers knowe, What they, and what their children, owe Protect his mem'ry, and preserve his storye, *Born 1574; dyed 1638. And when thy ruines shall disclame An everlasting monument to thee. ΙΘ TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET. BY RICHARD CORBET, BISHOP OF NORWICH.* WHAT I fhall leave thee none can tell, I wish thee (Vin) before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health: Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, So much of either may undo thee. I wish thee all thy mothers graces, * Born 1583; dyed 1635. 6 10 15 20 |