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Pereene, the pride of Indian dames,

His heart long held in thrall, And whoso his impatience blames,

I wot, ne'er lov'd at all.

A long, long year, one month and day;

He dwelt on English land, Nor once in thought would ever stray,

Though ladies fought his hand:

For Bryan he was tall and strong,

Right blithsome rollid his een, Sweet was his voice when e'er he sung ;

He fcant had twenty seen.

But who the countless charms can draw,

That grac'd his mistress true; Such charms the old world never saw,

Nor oft I ween the new.

Her raven hair plays round her neck,

Like tendrils of the vine; Her cheeks red dewy rose buds deck,

Her eyes like diamonds shine. .

Soon as his well known fhip the spied,

She cast her weeds away,
And to the palmy shore she hied,

All in her best atray.

In fea-green filk fo neatly clad,
She there impatient ftood;
The crew with wonder faw the lad
Repel the foaming flood.

Her hands a handkerchief difplay'd,
Which he at parting gave;
Well pleas'd the token he furvey'd,
And manlier beat the wave.

Her fair companions one and all,
Rejoicing crowd the ftrand;
For now her lover fwam in call,
And almoft touch'd the land.

Then through the white furf did fhe hafte,
To clafp her lovely swain;

When, ah! a shark bit through his waift:
His heart's blood dy'd the main!

He fhriek'd! his half sprang from the wave,
Streaming with purple gore,

And foon it found a living grave,

And, ah! was feen no more.

Now hafte, now hafte, ye maids, I pray,

Fetch water from the spring:

She falls, fhe falls, fhe dies away,

And foon her knell they ring.

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Now each May-morning round her tomb,

Ye fair, fresh flowrets strew,
So may your lovers scape his doom,

Her hapless fate scape you.

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OME live with me, and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and vallies, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we fit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodicus birds fing madrigals.

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There will I make the beds of roses
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Imbroidered all with leaves of mirtle ;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull ;
Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt

A belt of straw, and ivy buds,
With coral clafps, and amber ftuds:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd-fwains fhall dance and fing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If thefe delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS.

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BALLA D.

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Y minde to me a kingdome is;
Such perfect joy therein I finde,

As farre exceeds all earthly bliffe,

That God or Nature hath affignde: Though much I want, that most would have, Yet ftill my mind forbids to crave.

Content I live, this is my ftay;

I feek no more than may suffice:
I preffe to beare no haughtie fway;
Look what I lack my mind fupplies.
Loe! thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring,

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See how plentie surfets oft,

And haftie clymbers fooneft fall:
I fee that fuch as fit aloft

Mishap doth threaten moft of all:
Thefe get with toile, and keep with feare;
Such cares my mind could never beare.

No princely pompe, nor wealthie store,
No force to winne a victorie,

No wylie wit to salve a fore,

No fhape to winne a lover's eye; To none of these I yeeld as thrall, For why my mind dispiseth all.

Some have too much, yet ftill they crave,

I little have, yet feek no more:
They are but poore, tho' much they have ;

And I am rich with little ftore:

They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lacke, I lend; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another's loffe,

I grudge not at another's gaine;
No worldly wave my mind can toffe,
I brooke that is another's bane:
I fear no foe, nor fawne on friend;
I loth not life, nor dread mine end.

My wealth is health, and perfect ease,
My conscience clere my chiefe defence;
I never feeke by brybes to please,

Nor by defert to give offence:
Thus do I live, thus will I die;
Would all did fo as well as I!

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