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Stanzas-From the Reliquiæ Wottonianæ
- (CHARLES II.) 112*
Song.-On May Morning
ODE. THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings, The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come: for every spray now springs. The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings, The fishes float, with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee, her honey now she mings, Winter is gone, that was the flower's bale; And thus I see, among these pleasant things, Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!
GIVE place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
And thereto hath a truth as just,
I could rehearse, if that I would,
I know she swore, with raging mind,
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise,
SONNETS. FROM Tuscane came my Lady's worthy race ;
Fair Florence was sometime their ancient seat; The Western Isle, whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat ; Fostered she was, with milk of Irish breast: Her Sire an earl, her Dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With King's child, where she tasteth costly food.