HARMONY AND MELODY MUSIC to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tunéd sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.' A WARNING S it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consum'st thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow and still weep Look, what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it ; But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused, the user so destroys it. No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murderous shame commits. F FOR AN APPEAL CR shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire. O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! Make thee another self for love of me, AS A MAN'S DUTY S fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth con vertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. 68 SONGS AND SONNETS ALL THINGS FADE WHEN I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. |