Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to me. GO, LOVELY ROSE-A SONG Tell her, that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir'd, And not blush so to be admir'd. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share EDMUND WALLER. EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. WHEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave Dawn with the day there are set awful hours Mornings are mysteries; the first, the world's youth, EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth, VAUGHAN. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. My mind to me a kingdom is, Such perfect joy therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That God or Nature hath assign'd: Though much I want that most would have, No princely port, or wealthy store, Nor force to win a victory; No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. I see that plenty surfeits oft, I see that such as are aloft, Mishap doth threaten most of all; These get with toil, and keep with fear: Such cares my mind can never bear. I press to bear no haughty sway; I wish no more than may suffice; I do no more than well I may, Look what I want, my mind supplies; |