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AN ELEGY OF A WOMAN'S HEART. WOMAN'S HEART. O, FAITHLESS World! and thy more faithless part, A Woman's Heart!
The true Shop of Variety! where sits
And fevers of Desire, and pangs of Love;
Why was She born to please! or I, to trust
Suff'ring her eyes to govern my despair;
And fruit of time rewarded with untruth,
Untrue She was: yet I believed her eyes, (Instructed spies!)
Till I was taught, that Love was but a School
Or sought She more, by triumphs of denial,
Excuse no more thy folly! But, for cure,
As well thy shame, as Passions that were vain!
To know, That Love, lodged in a Woman's Heart,
How happy is he born and taught,
Whose Passions, not his masters are!
Whose soul is still prepared for death! Untied unto the World by care
Of public fame, or private breath!
Who envies none that chance doth raise;
Who hath his life from rumours freed!
Whose conscience is his strong retreat! Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great!
Who, GOD doth, late and early, pray, More of his grace, than gifts, to lend! And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book, or friend!
This man is freed from servile bands
ON THE SUDDEN RESTRAINT OF [ROBERT CARR], EARL OF SOMERSET;
THEN FALLING FROM FAVOUR.
DAZZLED thus with height of Place,
Whilst our hopes, our wits beguile; No man marks the narrow space
'Twixt a Prison and a Smile!
Then, since Fortune's favours fade,
You that in her arms do sleep, Learn to swim, and not to wade;
For the hearts of Kings are deep.
But if Greatness be so blind
As to trust in Towers of Air: Let it be with Goodness lined,
That, at least, the Fall be fair.
Then, though darkened, you shall say,
When friends fail, and Princes frown:
But proves, at night, a bed of down!'
THE END OF THE SHAKESPEARE ANTHOLOGY.
FIRST LINES AND NOTES.
Many of these Poems became immediately popular; and appeared in other contemporary editions than those here quoted, often with great variations in the texts.
All the Works herein quoted, were published in London; unless otherwise stated.
85, in Bodleian Library. As you went to Walsingham- see As
you came from the holy land
Awake! Awake! thou heavy...
Away, delights! Go, seek some
Beauty, being long a resident..
Behold, a silly tender Babe..
Come away, come away, death!..
Come away! come, sweet Love!..
Come, live with me, and be my
Call for the robin redbreast, and the
Come, my Celia, let us prove
Come, Shepherds! come!..
J. FLETCHER. Faithful Shepherdess
Come, Shepherd Swains! that
Come unto these yellow sands
Fair Nymphs! sit ye here by me.. SHEPHERD TONY. In J. BODENHAM'S England's Helicon, 1600.
Follow thy fair Sun, unhappy
Farewell, dear Love! since thou..
Fourth Eclogue, in
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun..
Feed on, my flocks, securely!
H. CONSTABLE. In J. BODENHAM'S England's Helicon, 1600. Fie! on the sleights that men...... 118 H. CONSTABLE. In J. BODENHAM'S England's Helicon, 1600. Follow a shadow, it still flies you! 221 B. JONSON. The Forest, in Works, I, 1616.
Follow your Saint! Follow, with..
Full fathom five thy father lies...
ANON. In R. JONES' Ultimum Vale, 1608. (M.)
Hark! Hark! The lark at heaven's
Her face, her tongue, her wit, so ..
T. CAMPION, M.D. Airs,IV. (M.) 'Hey, down-a-down!' did Dian IGNOTO. In J. BODENHAM's England's Helicon, 1600.
Give Beauty all her right!
T. CAMPION, M.D. Airs, II . M.) Give me my scallop-shell of quiet Sir W. RALEGH. There does not appear to be any authoritative and satisfactory text of this Poem in existence. God gives not Kings the style of .. 191 King JAMES I. Works, 1616. Gold upon gold, my only Joy did .. R. TOFTE. Laura, 1597. Good Muse! rock me asleep with.. N. BRETON. Bower of Delights, 1597. Go, Soul, the Body's guest
Sir W. RALEGH. In F. 'DAVISON'S
Hide, O, hide those hills of snow
How I do love thee, Beaumont
How should I, your True Love.... W. SHAKESPEARE. Hamlet, 1605.
I could never have the power BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Maid's Tragedy, 1622.
I dwell in Grace's Court...
Rev. R. SOUTHWELL, S.J. St. Peter's Complaint, 1595.
If all the World and Love were.... IGNOTO. In J. BODENHAM's England's Helicon, 1600.
I chanced, of late, an ancient book 283 ROWLANDS. Melancholy Knight,