LXVI. IRED with all these, for restful death I cry,— TIRE As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, F DIRGE. EAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Fear no more the frown o' the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Cymbeline, Act iv. Sc. 2. Minor Ports. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. Born 1544. Killed at the Battle of Zutphen, Sept. 22, 1586. SONNETS. OME Sleep! O Sleep, that certain knot of peace, COM The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, L EAVE me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; And thou my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust; Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light, That doth both shine, and give us sight to see. O take fast hold; let that light be my guide In this small course which birth draws out to death, Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. Born 1564. Died 1593. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. OME live with me, and be my love; COME And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, And I will make thee beds of roses, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy silver dishes for thy meat, Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Born 1552. Executed 1618. REPLY TO MARLOWE'S 'THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.' F all the world and love were young, IF And truth in every shepherd's tongue, But time drives flocks from field and fold, The rest complains of cares to come. |