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A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY.
SET me whereas the sun doth parch the green,
1516?-1547. Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice;
In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen;
In presence prest of people mad or wise;
In longest night, or in the shortest day;
In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be;
Hers will I be ; and only with this thought
TH' Assyrian King, in peace, with foul desire
1516?-1547. And filthy lusts that stained his regal heart;
In war, that should set princely hearts on fire,
Did yield, vanquisht for want of martial art.
Who scarce the name of manhood did retain,
Drenched in sloth and womanish delight,
Feeble of spirit, impatient of pain,
When he had lost his honour and his right,
(Proud time of wealth, in storms appalled with dread,)
Murdered himself, to show some manful deed.
THE SOOte season that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale,
The nightingale with feathers new she sings;
And thus I see among these pleasant things
Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!
COME Sleep, O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
1554-1586. The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
And if these things, as being thine by right,
THE SOURCE OF FAME.
You that do search for every purling spring,
Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows,
And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows
You that poor Petrarch's long deceased woes
With new-born sighs and wit disguised sing;
You take wrong ways: those far-fetched helps be such
As do bewray a want of inward touch :
And sure at length stolen goods do come to light.
But if, both for your love and skill, your name
You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of fame,
Stella behold, and then begin t' endite.