Eidola

Feed apace then, greedy eyes,
On the wonder you behold;

Take it sudden as it flies,

Though you take it not to hold: When your eyes have done their part, Thought must length it in the heart.

ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the

sable Night,

Brother to Death, in silent dark-
ness born,

Relieve my languish, and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care return.

And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth:

Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth.

Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:

Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

- Samuel Daniel.

EAUTY, sweet love! is like the

morning dew,

Whose short refresh upon the tender green,

Cheers for a time, but still the sun doth show

And straight is gone as it had never

been.

Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish;

Short is the glory of the blushing

rose,

The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish Yet which at length thou must be forced to

lose;

When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years, Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the

earth,

And that in Beauty's lease expired appears,

The date of age, the kalends of our dearth;But ah, no more! this must not be foretold; For women grieve to think they must be old.

Spring

SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant

king;

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in

a ring,

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all

day,

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, put, we-o-witta-woo.