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Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest | Did never muse inspire beneath
A poet's brain with finer store.
He wrote of love with high conceit
Such self-assurance need not fear the | The pledge of all your band?
Of grudging foes, ne favor seek of friends; But in the stay of her own steadfast might, Neither to one herself or other bends. Most happy she that most assured doth rest,
But he most happy who such one loves
FROM THE EPITHALAMIUM.
OPEN the temple-gates unto my love. Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the posts adorn as doth behove, And all the pillars deck with garlands trim,
For to receive this saint with honor due, That cometh in to you.
With trembling steps and humble rev
She cometh in before the Almighty's view: Of her, ye virgins! learn obedience, When so ye come into these holy places, To humble your proud faces.
Bring her up to the high altar, that she
The sacred ceremonies there partake, The which do endless matrimony make; And let the roaring organs loudly play The praises of the Lord, in lively notes, The whiles with hollow throats
The choristers the joyous anthems sing, That all the woods may answer, and their echo ring.
Behold whiles she before the altar stands,
Like crimson dyed in grain,
Forget their service, and about her fly, Oft peeping in her face, that seems more fair
The more they on it stare;
But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground,
Are governed with goodly modesty,
Why blush ye, Love! to give to me your hand,
Sing, ye sweet angels! Alleluia sing, That all the woods may answer, and your echo ring.
UNA AND THE LION.
ONE day, nigh weary of the irksome way,
It fortunéd, out of the thickest wood,
His bloody rage assuaged with remorse, And, with the sight amazed, forgot his furious force.
Instead thereof he kissed her weary feet, And licked her lily hands with fawning
THE HOUSE OF RICHES.
THAT house's form within was rude and strong,
Like an huge cave hewn out of rocky clift, From whose rough vault the ragged breaches hung
Embossed with massy gold of glorious gift,
And with rich metal loaded every rift, That heavy ruin they did seem to threat; And over them Arachne high did lift Her cunning web, and spread her subtle net,
Enwrapped in foul smoke and clouds more black than jet.
Both roof, and floor, and walls, were all of gold,
But overgrown with dust and old de
CONTENT AND RICH.
I DWELL in grace's courts,
Faith guides my wit, love leads my will,
In lowly vales I mount
To pleasure's highest pitch,
My conscience is my crown,
Enough, I reckon wealth;
That lies too high for base contempt,
My wishes are but few,
I make the limits of my power
I have no hopes but one, Which is of heavenly reign: Effects attained, or not desired, All lower hopes refrain.
I feel no care of coin,
Well-doing is my wealth:
I clip high-climbing thoughts,
Their fate is worst, that from the height
Silk sails of largest size
The storm doth soonest tear : I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear.
I wrestle not with rage
While fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the stream Until the tide doth turn.
But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end,
I turn a late-enragéd foe
And, taught with often proof,
Spare diet is my fare,
My clothes more fit than fine; I know I feed and clothe a foe That, pampered, would repine.
I envy not their hap
Whom favor doth advance: I take no pleasure in their pain That have less happy chance.
To rise by others' fall
I deem a losing gain: All states with others' ruins built To ruins run amain.
No change of fortune's calms
Can cast my comforts down: When fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown;
And when, in froward mood,
She proved an angry foe, Small gain I found to let her come, Less loss to let her go.
A SUMMER'S DAY.
THE time so tranquil is and clear,
All trees and simples, great and small,
The ships becalmed upon the seas,