ad,

A Dirge

Where she his counsel keepeth,
Till due deserts she find.

Therefore from so vile fancy,
To call such wit a frenzy,
Who Love can temper thus,
Good Lord, deliver us.

-Sir Philip Sidney.

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Chief good whereto my hope d

With voice more fit to wed Amphio

Seeking to quench in me the noble fire
Fed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sigh
And all in vain: for while thy breath m

With choicest words, thy words with reaso

Y true-love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for another given :

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot

miss,

There never was a better bargain driven: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in

one,

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

-Sir Philip Sidney.

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HAT bird so sings, yet does so w
O'tis the ravished nightingale.
"Jug, jug, jug, jug, teren,"

None but the lark so shrill and clea
Now at heaven's gates she claps

The morn not waking till she sings. Hark! hark! with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note;

Hark how the jolly cuckoo sing,
Cuckoo to welcome in the spring;
Cuckoo to welcome in the spring!