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And twice desire, ere it be day,
What though she strive to try her strength,
“ Had women been so strong as men,
The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.
When time shall serve, be thou not slack
To proffer, though she put thee back.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
a These four lines are thus given in Mr. Lysons's manuscript:
“ Think women love to match with men,
And not to live so like a saint:
Begin, when age doth them attaint."
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
But soft; enough,—too much I fear,
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
Live with me and be my love,
If that the world and love were young,
* We insert this poem in the order in which it appears in The Passionate Pil. grim.' The variations of other copies will be found in our Illustrations.
As it fell upon a day,
* This poem is also incompletely printed in England's Helicon ;' where it bears the signature Ignoto. There are some variations in the twenty-eight lines there given, as in the case before us, of grove in • The Passionate Pilgrim,' which in England's Helicon' is
group. 6 Up-till. This is given against in England's Helicon.' • Bears. In England's Helicon' beasts.
# The poem in · England's Helicou' here ends; but the two lines with which it concludes are wanting in “The Passionate Pilgrim.'
Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call: And with such-like flattering, “ Pity but he were a king." If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice; If to women he be bent, They have him at commandement; But if fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown: They that fawn'd on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need; If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
S O N G
Take, oh, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
Are of those that April wears.
a The collection entitled “The Passionate Pilgrim,' &c., ends with the Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music' which we have numbered 19. Malone adds to the collection this exquisite song, of which we find the first verse in • Measure for Measure.' (See Illustrations.)