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FROM TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness. Love doth to her eyes repair
To help him of his blindness, And, being help’d, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
SONGS FROM THE PLAYS
Heaven is our heritage,
Lord, have mercy on us i
Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill
Those sacred cherries to come nigh
THOMAS CAMPION (d. 1619)
CHANCE AND CHANGE
SIR HENRY WOTTON (1568-1639)
AN ELEGY OF A WOMAN'S HEART 0, faithless World! and thy more faithless part,
A woman's heart!
Nothing but fits
Which toys remove !
Words writ in dust!
My pain, for air!
The food of youth!
(Instructed spies !) Till I was taught, that love was but a school 15
To breed a fool!
To make a trial,
Yield, and confess!
Blush, and endure
And think, 'tis gain To know, that love, lodged in a woman's breast, 25
Is but a guest !
What if a day, or a month, or a year, Crown thy delights, with a thousand sweet con
tentings! Cannot a chance of a night, or an hour, Cross thy desires, with as many sad tormentings? Fortune, honour, beauty, youth,
Are but blossoms dying ! Wanton pleasure, doting love,
Are but shadows flying ! All our joys are but toys;
Idle thoughts deceiving ! None have power, of an hour,
In their life's bereaving.
Earth's but a point to the world; and a man Is but a point to the world's compared centre !
Shall then, a point of a point be so vain
There is nothing biding!
Through fair meadows gliding!
Time is never turning ! Secret fates guide our states;
Both in mirth and mourning!
THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE