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Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure
Say, are thy medicines made to beHelps to all others but to me?I’ll leave thee, and to Pansies come:Comforts you’ll afford me some:You can ease my heart, and doWhat Love could ne’er be brought unto.
Good morrow to the day so fair;
Good morrow to mine own torn hair,Bedabbled with the dew.Good morning to this primrose too;Good morrow to each maid;That will with flowers the tomb bestrewWherein my Love is laid.Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me,Alack and well-a-day!For pity, sir, find out that bee,Which bore my Love away.I’ll seek him in your bonnet brave;I’ll seek…
Give me a cell
Where no foot hathA path;There will I spend,And end,My wearied yearsIn tears.
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State
Because thou prizest things that areCurious, and un-familiar.Take first the feast; these dishes gone,We’ll see the Fairy Court anon.A little mushroon table spread,After short prayers, they set on bread;A moon-parched grain of purest wheat,With some small glit’ring grit, to eatHis choice bits with; then in a triceThey make a feast less great than nice.But all…
Man is composed here of a twofold part;
Art presupposes nature; nature, shePrepares the way for man’s docility.