Being here their ends denied
Ran for sweet-hearts mad, and died.
Love, in pity of their tears,
And their loss in blooming years,
For their restless here-spent hours,
Gave them hearts-ease turn’d to flowers.
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Holy-Rood, come forth and shield
Safely guard us, now and aye,From the blast that burns by day;And those sounds that us affrightIn the dead of dampish night;Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,By the time the cocks first crow.
One silent night of late,
Came one unto my gate,And knocking, me molested.Who’s that, said I, beats there,And troubles thus the sleepy?Cast off; said he, all fear,And let not locks thus keep ye.For I a boy am, whoBy moonless nights have swerved;And all with showers wet through,And e’en with cold half starved.I pitiful arose,And soon a taper lighted;And did myself…
Born I was to be old,
After that, in the mouldLong for to lie here.But before that day comes,Still I be bousing;For I know, in the tombsThere’s no carousing.
Music, thou Queen of Heaven, Care-charming-spell,
Thou that tam’st Tygers, and fierce storms (that rise)With thy soul-melting Lullabies:Fall down, down, down, from those thy chiming spheres,To charm our souls, as thou enchant’st our ears.
The Rose was sick, and smiling died;
About the bed, there sighing stoodThe sweet and flowery sisterhood.Some hung the head, while some did bring,To wash her, water from the spring;Some laid her forth, while others wept,But all a solemn fast there kept.The holy sisters some among,The sacred dirge and trental sung;But ah! what sweets smelt everywhere,As heaven had spent all perfumes there!At…
To gather flowers, Sappha went,
Within her lawny continent,The treasure of the Spring.She smiling blush’d, and blushing smiled,And sweetly blushing thus,She look’d as she’d been got with childBy young Favonius.Her apron gave, as she did pass,An odour more divine,More pleasing too, than ever wasThe lap of Proserpine.