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LOOKE how the flowre, which lingringlie doth fade,

The Morning's Darling late, the Summer's Queene,
Spoyld of that juice, which kept it fresh and greene,
As high as it did raise, bowes low the head;
Right so my Life (Contentments being dead,
Or in their contraries but onelie seene)
With swifter speede declines than eart it spred,
And (blasted) scarce now showes what it hath beene.
As doth the Pilgrime therefore whom the night
By darknefle would imprison en his way,
Thinke on thy Home, (my Soule) and thinke, aright,
Of whát yet restes thee of Life's wasting day:

Thy Sunne postes westward, passed is thy morne,
And twice it is not given thee to be born.

Drummond, Flowres of Sion

Ed. 1639, 4to.

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THE NIGHTINGA L E.

WEET Bird, that sing'ft away the early howres,

Of winters past, or comming void of care,
Well pleased with delights which present are,
Faire Seasones, budding sprayes, sweet-fmelling flowres :
To rocks, to springs, to rils, from leavie bowres
Thou thy Creator's goodnesle doft declare,
And what deare gifts on thee hee did not spare,
A staine to humane sence in sin that lowres.
What Soule can be so ficke, which by thy fongs
(Attir'd in sweetnesse) sweetly is not driven
Quite to forget Earth's turmoiles, spights and wrongs,
And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven?

Sweet artlesse Songstarre, thou my minde doft raise
To ayres of Spheares, yes, and to Angels layes.

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S P E E C H E S.

Harold's speech before the Battle of Hastings,

"SEE valiant War.friende yonder be the first, the last,

and all
The agents of our Enemies, they hencefoorth cannot call
Supplies; for weedles at Normandie by this in Porches groe:
Then

conquer these would conquer you, and dread no further

foe.
They are no stouter than the Brutes, whom we did hence

exile :
Nor stronger than the sturdy Danes, our victory ere while :
Not Saxonie could once containe, or scarce the world beside
Our fathers, who did sway by sword ivhere listed them to bide:
Then doe not yee degenerate, take courage by discent,
And by their burialles, not abode, their force and fligtt pre-

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Yee have in hand your Countries cause, a conquest they pre

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Which (were yee not the same yee be) even cowards would de-
fend,

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part of us are fled and linked to the foe, And glad I am our Armie is of traytours cleered so: Yea pardon hath he to depart that llayeth mal-content : I prise the mind above the man, like zeale hath like event. Yeat truth it is, no well or ill this Isand ever had, But through the well or ill support of lubjects good or bad : Not Cæsar, Hengest, Swayn, or now (which neretheles shall

fayle) The Noriane Bastard, Albion true, did, could, or can pre

vayle. But to be selfe-false in this Ise a selfe-foe ever is, Yeat wot I, never traytour did his treasons itipend mis. Shrinke who will shrinke, let armors wayte presse downe the

burd'ned earth, My foes, with wondring eyes shall see I over-prize my death. But fince ye all (for all, I hope, alike affected bee, Your wives, your children, lives, and land, from fervitude to

free) Are armed both in fhew and zeale, then gloriously contend, 'To winne and weare the home-brought spoyles, of Victorie

the end. Let not the Skinners daughter Sonne poffefse what he pre

tends, He lives to die a noble death that life for freedome spends.“

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Duke WILLIAM's Speech.

“To live upon or lie within this is my ground or grave

(My loving Souldiers), one of twaine your Duke resolves

to have. Nor be ye Normanes now to seeke in what you should be stoui, Ye come amidst the English pikes to hewe your honors out, Ye come to winne the same by launce, that is your owne by

law, Ye come, I say, in righteous warre revenging swords to draw. Howbeit of more hardie foes no passed flight hath spead

yee, Since Rollo to your now-abode with bands victorious lead

yee, Or Turchus, Sonne of Troylus, in Scythian Fazo bread

yee. Then worthy your progenitors yee Seede of Pryam's sonne Exployt this Buisnesse, Rollons do that which yee with be

done.
Three people have as many times got and forgone this shore,
It resteth now yee conquer it not to be conquered more:
For Normane and the Saxon blood conjoyning, as it may,
From that conforted seede the Crowne Mall never passe away.
Before us are our armed foes, behind us are the seas,
On either side the foe hath holdes of succour and for ease :
But that advantage shall returne their disadvantage thus,
If ye observe no More is left the which

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us, And so hold out amidst the rough whil'ft they hale in for lee, Whereas, whil's men securely layle, not seldome shipwracks bee,

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