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Whereat full oft I smiled,
To see how all these three, From boy to man, from man to boy, Would chop and change degree:
And musing thus, I think,
The case is very strange,
That man from wealth, to live in woe, Doth ever seek to change.
Thus thoughtful as I lay,
I saw my withered skin,
How it doth show my dented thews,
And eke my toothless chaps,
"The white and hoarish hairs,
"Bid thee lay hand, and feel
Them hanging on my chin.
"Hang up, therefore, the bit
Whereat I sighed, and said,
"Farewell my wonted joy!
Truss up thy pack, and trudge from me, COME live with me, and be my love,
To every little boy;
"And tell them thus from me, Their time most happy is,
If to their time they reason had, To know the truth of this."
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, and hills and fields, Wood or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
And I will make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
The shepherd swains shall dance and
For thy delight, each May-morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY.
If all the world and love were young,
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last, and love still breed,
GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My gown of glory (hope's true gauge),
Where spring the nectar fountains,
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see, That have cast off their rags of clay, And walk apparelled fresh, like me.
THE SOUL'S ERRAND.
Go, soul, the body's guest,
Go, tell the court it glows,
Tell potentates they live
Acting by others' actions; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by their factions: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Tell men of high condition
That rule affairs of state,