The Doubt THE doubt of future foes And wit me warns to shun such snares For falsehood now doth flow, And subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled, Or wisdom weaved the web. But clouds of toys untried Do cloak aspiring minds, Which turn to rain of late repent, By course of changed winds. The top of hope supposed The root of ruth will be, And fruitless all their graffèd guiles, As shortly ye shall see. Then dazzled eyes with pride, Which great ambition blinds, Shall be unsealed by worthy wights, Whose foresight falsehood finds. The daughter of debate, That eke discord doth sow, No foreign banished wight Our rusty sword with rest To poll their tops that seek such change And gape for future joy. Queen Elizabeth I. THE Aubade HE lark now leaves his wat❜ry nest, The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, Who look for day before his mistress wakes. 2. FLY Dawn LY hence, shadows, that do keep Tho' the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Fly hence, shadows, that do keep 7. Ford 3. Matin-Song PACK clouds, away, and welcome, day' Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast, To give my Love good-morrow, T. Heywood 4. Song to Apollo ING to Apollo, god of day, SING Whose golden beams with morning play And make her eyes so brightly shine, 5. 6. Io, pæans let us sing To Physic's and to Poesy's king! Crown all his altars with bright fire, A Daphnean coronet for his head, To the glittering Delian king! Hark, Hark! the Lark J. Lyly HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin Το ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise. W. Shakespeare The Love Call Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon! Titan shineth clear. Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon? Who is it that I hear? |