HE peaceful western wind
The winter storms hath tam'd,
And nature in each kind

The kind heat hath inflam'd:

The forward buds so sweetly breathe

Out of their earthy bowers,

That heav'n which views their pomp beneath,

Would fain be deckt with flowers.

See how the morning smiles On her bright eastern hill, And with soft steps beguiles Them that lie slumbring still! The music-loving birds are come

From cliffs and rocks unknown, To see the trees and briers bloom

That late were overflown.

"The peaceful western wind ”

What Saturn did destroy,
Love's Queen revives again;

And now her naked boy

Doth in the fields remain,

Where he such pleasing change doth view

In every living thing,

As if the world were born anew

To gratify the Spring.

If all things life present,
Why die my comforts then?
Why suffers my content?

Am I the worst of men?
O beauty, be not thou accus'd
Too justly in this case!
Unkindly if true love be us'd,
'Twill yield thee little grace.

-Robert Campion.

Y sweetest Lesbia, let us live and

love:

And though the sager sort our deeds

reprove,

Let us not way them: heaven's great lamps do dive

Into their west, and straight again re

vive;

But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night.

If all would lead their lives in love like me, Then bloody swords and armour should not

be;

No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should

move,