That spoil'd your summer-fields and fruitful vines, Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowell'd bosoms, this foul swine Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn. Oxr. Every man's conscience is a thousand men, To fight against that guilty homicide. HERB. I doubt not but his friends will turn to us. BLUNT. He hath no friends but who are friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. RICHM. All for our vantage: then, in God's name, march. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. William Shakespeare. THEY Taunton. FOR A MONUMENT AT TAUNTON. HEY suffered here whom Jeffreys doomed to death Unjust, subservient to a cruel king, Performed his work of blood. They suffered here, In mockery of all justice, here they bled, Robert Southey. SWEET TAUNTON DENE. YWEET Taunton Dene! thy smiling fields Once more reviving Nature yields And Pleasure waves her resistless wing But peace abides with Him alone Who rules with calm, resistless power; Through all creation's boundless zone, Nor wind within the fragrant bower Sweet Taunton Dene! O, long abide Each sound that haunts the woodland scene; Tavy, the River. THE TAVY. Gerald Griffin A LITTLE grove is seated on the marge Of Tavy's streame, not over thicke nor large, Where every morn a quire of Silvans sung, And leaves to chatt'ring winds serv'd as a tongue, By whom the water runs in many a ring, As if it fain would stay to heare them sing, And on the top a thousand young birds flye, To be instructed in their harmony. Neere to the end of this all-joysome grove A dainty circled plot seem'd as it strove To keepe all bryers and bushes from invading Of trees around could shade her breast and more. Which from the greenside of the flow'ry bancke Did often use to come and bathe her here. Here talk'd they of their chase, and where next day William Browne. BUT Thames, the River. THE THAMES. now this mighty flood, upon his voyage prest (That found how with his strength his beauties still increased, From where brave Windsor stood on tiptoe to behold The fair and goodly Thames, so far as ere he could, With kingly houses crowned, of more than earthly pride, Upon his either banks, as he along doth glide) With wonderful delight doth his long course pursue, Where Oatlands, Hampton Court, and Richmond he doth view, Then Westminster the next great Thames doth enter tain; That vaunts her palace large, and her most sumptuous fane : The land's tribunal seat that challengeth for hers, shores, His bosom overspread with shoals of laboring oars: With that most costly bridge that doth him most re nown, By which he clearly puts all other rivers down. PROTHALAMION. Michael Drayton. CALM YALME was the day, and through the trembling ayre Sweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre; Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay |