TED FOR HURST, ROBINSON AND CO.
90, CHEAPSIDE, AND 8, PALL-MALL; AND

HIBALD CONSTABLE AND CO. EDINBURGH.

Thou dost tell me where to borrow
Comfort in the midst of sorrow;
Mak'st the desolatest place
To thy presence be a grace,
And the blackest discontents
Be thy fairest ornaments.
Poesy! thou sweet'st content
That e'er Heaven to mortals lent,
Though they as a trifle leave thee,
Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee;

Though thou be to them a scorn

That to nought but earth are born;

Let my life no longer be,

Than I am in love with thee!

Though our wise ones call thee madness,

Let me never taste of gladness,

If I love not thy maddest fits

More than all their greatest wits.

And though some, too seeming holy,
Do account thy raptures folly;

Thou dost teach me to condemn

What makes knaves and fools of them!

WITHER.