Giv'n all to whore and drink, Tell townsmen, that because that Ohe jam satis! THE SOUL'S ERRAND. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Go, tell the Court it glows, Tell potentates they live, If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie. Tell Wisdom she entangles Straight give them both the lie. Tell Physic of her boldness, Tell Charity of coldness, So give them still the lie. Tell Fortune of her blindness, Tell Nature of decay, Tell Friendship of unkindness, Tell Justice of delay; And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming; If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell Faith its fled the city, And if they do reply, And when thou hast, as I Deserves no less than stabbing; CANZONET. FROM DAVISON'S RHAPSODY. EDIT. 1608. THE golden sun that brings the day, But thou, my sun, more bright than he I heard the praise of Beauty's grace, I gaz'd on many a lovely face, But now thy beams have clear'd my sight, Thy flaming eyes afford me light, FROM THE PHOENIX NEST. EDIT. 1593. O NIGHT, O jealous night, repugnant to my plea sure, O night so long desired, yet cross to my content, There's none but only thou can guide me to my treasure, Yet none but only thou that hindereth my intent. Sweet night, withhold thy beams, withhold them till to-morrow, Whose joy, in lack so long, a hell of torment breeds, Sweet night, sweet gentle night, do not prolong my sorrow, Desire is guide to me, and love no loadstar needs. |