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O make me in those civil wars to cease!
SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. For Extracts from his Prose Works, see next Chapter. 45. A PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
By Christopher Marlowe.
Come live with me and be my love,
Where we will sit on rising rocks,
Pleased will I make thee beds of roses,
A jaunty gown of finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
If these, these pleasures can thee move,
THE NYMPH 3 REPLY TO THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERS
By Sir Walter Raleigh.
If all the world and Love were young,
But fading flowers in every field,
Thy gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy belt of straw, and ivy-buds,
But could Youth last, could Love still breed;
Then those delights my mind might move
THE SOUL'S ERRAND.
This beautiful poem appeared anonymously in "Davison's Poetical Rhapsody 1608. It has been ascribed to Sir Walter Raleigh by many able critics
Go, Soul, the Body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give them all the lie.
Go, tell the Court it glows,
And shines like painted wood;
Go, tell the Church it shows
Tell Potentates, they live
Acting, but oh! their actions
Not loved, unless they give;
Nor strong, but by their factions.
If Potentates reply,
Give Potentates the lie.
Tell men of high condition,
That rule affairs of state.
Their purpose is ambition;
Tell those that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending.
Tell Zeal it lacks devotion;
Tell Flesh it is but dust:
Tell Age it daily wasteth;
Tell Honor how it alters; Tell Beauty that it blasteth; Tell Favor that she falters ⚫
And as they do reply,
Give every one the lie.
Tell Wit how much it wrangles
Tell Physic of her boldness;
Tell Charity of coldness;
Tell Law it is contention:
And if they yield reply,
Then give them still the lie.
Tell Fortune of her blindness;
Tell Friendship of unkindness;
Tell Justice of delay:
And if they do reply,
Then give them all the lie.
Tell Arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell Schools they lack profoundness,
Tell Faith it's fled the city;
Tell how the Country erreth:
So, when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing;
Deserves no less than stabbing;
Yet stab at thee who will,
No stab the Soul can kill.
46. SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. (Manual, p. 80.)
RICHARD II. ON THE MORNING BEFORE HIS MURDER.
The morning of that day which was his last
Out at a little grate his eyes he cast
Upon those bordering hills and open plain,
Where others' liberty makes him complain
The more his own, and grieves his soul the more,
O happy man, saith he, that lo I see,
Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields,
Other than what he is he would not be,
Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields
To rest secure, and not rise up to grieve.
Thou sitt'st at home safe by thy quiet fire,
Perhaps thou talk'st of me, and dost inquire
For pity must have part — envy not all.
Thrice happy you that look as from the shore,
No interest, no occasion to deplore
Other men's travels, while yourselves sit free.
Whose blinded greatness, ever in turmoil,
MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631. (Manual, pp. 80, 81.)
From the Nymphidia.
47. PIGWIGGEN ARMING.
And quickly arms him for the field,
And puts him on a coat of mail,
That when his foe should him assail,
His rapier was a hornet's sting,
It was a very dangerous thing;
His helmet was a beetle's head,
And turn his weapon from him.