XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth. LII. So am I as the rich, whose blesséd key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, LV. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth: your praise shall still find room, That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, LXXIII. That time of year thou mayst in me behold, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, LXXVI. Why is my verse so barren of new pride, To new-found methods and to compounds strange? That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O, know, sweet love, I always write of you, So is my love, still telling what is told. 1 Well-known garb. Weed anciently meant clothing in general; it is modern usage that has limited it to mourning. CXVI. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Or bends with the remover to remove: That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. ANONYMOUS. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. [From Byrd's Psalms, Sonnets, &c. 1588.] My mind to me a kingdom is, Such perfect joy therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That God or nature hath assigned: Though much I want that most would have, No princely port, nor wealthy store, Nor force to win a victory; No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall, For why, my mind despiseth all. I see that plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as are aloft, Mishap doth threaten most of all; These get with toil, and keep with fear: Such cares my mind can never bear. I press to bear no haughty sway; Look what I want, my mind supplies; I laugh not at another's loss, Nor grudge not at another's gain ; My wealth is health and perfect ease, Nor by desert to give offence; SIR HENRY WOTTON. Sir Henry Wotton was born in the year 1568, and died in 1639. He was for many years in public employments, and at the time of his death was provost of Eton College. A very interesting biography of him is contained in "Izaak Walton's Lives." The works of Wotton are not numerous, but the impression made by them and by his life is such as to secure for him the respect due to a wise, scholarly, and kindly man. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose passions not his masters are, Of public fame, or private breath; SIR HENRY WOTTON. RICHARD BARNFIELD. 31 Who envies none that chance doth raise, Or vice; who never understood Who hath his life from rumors freed, Who God doth late and early pray, This man is freed from servile bands RICHARD BARNFIELD. Richard Barnfield was born about 1570, and was educated at Oxford. His place in literature is not an important one, and the quotation from his verses is given as one of the earliest specimens of pastoral poetry, which, when joined to fitting music, has become the model of the English glee. As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Which a grove of myrtles made; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring; Save the nightingale alone. And there sung the doleful'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. |