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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.

XVIII.

If musick and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the sister and the brother,
Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ;
Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such,
As passing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound,
That Phæbus' late, the queen of musick, makes ;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd,
Whenas himself to singing he betakes.

One god is god of both, as poets feign;
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.

VERSES AMONG THE ADDITIONAL POEMS TO

CHESTER'S LOVE'S MARTYR, 1601.

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

8 Dowland] A famous Lutanist.

But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend.
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right

And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv’st and tak’st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phænix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they lov’d, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

i defunctive can) i. e. knows, understands funeral music.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phenix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call’d.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either-neither,
Simple were so well compounded :

That it cried, how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love ;
As chorus to their tragick scene.

2 threne] i. e. funeral song.

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To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

WM. SHAKESPEARE.

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SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF

SHAKESPEARE.

FROM THE TEMPEST.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:
Court’sied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark ! Burden. Bowgh, wowgh, [dispersedly.

The watch-dogs bark : Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.

FULL fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls, that were his eyes :

Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change

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