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Then as a bee, which among weeds doth | There is she crowned with garlands of fall,
There doth she manna eat, and nectar drink:
That presence doth such high delights present,
As never tongue could speak, nor heart could think.
Which seem sweet flowers with lustre fresh and gay,
She lights on that and this, and tasteth all;
But pleased with none, doth rise and soar away.
A noble heart doth teach a virtuous | He looks upon the mightiest monarch's
But only as on stately robberies;
To scorn to owe a duty overlong;
But if for wrongs we needs revenge must have,
Then be our vengeance of the noblest
Do we his body from our fury save,
What can 'gainst him a greater vengeance be,
Than make his foe more worthy far than
FROM AN EPISTLE TO THE COUNT-
HE that of such a height hath built his mind,
And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong,
As neither fear nor hope can shake the
Of his resolvéd powers; nor all the wind
The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey?
And with how free an eye doth he look down
Upon these lower regions of turmoil? Where all the storms of passions mainly beat
On flesh and blood: where honor, power,
Are only gay afflictions, golden toil;
Of a clear conscience, that (without all I see how plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soonest fall;
Rises in peace, in innocency rests;
Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil, and keep with fear; Such cares my mind could never bear.
No princely pomp nor wealthy store,
No shape to win a lover's eye,
Some have too much, yet still they crave;
And I am rich with little store.
I laugh not at another's loss,
I grudge not at another's gain;
I brook that is another's bane.
THE FAIRY TO PUCK.
OVER hill, over dale,
BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: