SONNET.

[From "Idea."]

SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part:
Nay, I have done: you get no more of me:
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,

And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

To his coy Love.

A CANZONET.

I PRAY thee leave, love me no more,

Call home the heart you gave me;

I but in vain that saint adore

That can, but will not, save me :

These poor half kisses kill me quite,

Was ever man thus served ? Amidst an ocean of delight,

For pleasure to be sterved.

Shew me no more those snowy breasts,
With azure riverets branched,
Where, whilst mine eye with plenty feasts,
Yet is my thirst not stanched.
O, Tantalus! thy pains ne'er tell,
By me thou art prevented,
"Tis nothing to be plagued in hell,
But thus in heav'n tormented.

Clip me no more in those dear arms,
Nor thy life's comfort call me ;
O! these are but too powerful charms,
And do but more inthrall me.
But see how patient I am grown,
In all this coil about thee;

Come, nice thing, let thy heart alone,
I cannot live without thee.

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

Born at Stratford-upon-Avon, 1564, and died there, 1616.

SONG.

[From "As you like it.”]

BLOW, blow thou winter-wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude!

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh, ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot!

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh, ho! &c. &c.

SONNET.

[In "England's Helicon," and "Love's Labour Lost."]

ON a day, (alack the day!)

Love, whose month is ever May,

Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air.

Through the velvet leaves the wind

All unseen 'gan passage find,

That the lover, 2 sick to death,

Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.

"Air," quoth he, "thy cheeks may blow ;

"Air, would I might triumph so!
"But alack! my hand is sworn
"Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn.
"Vow, alack! for youth unmeet,
"Youth so apt to pluck a sweet;

"Do not call it sin in me

"That I am forsworn for thee:

Thou, for whom [e'en] Jove would swear

"Juno but an Æthiop were;

"And deny himself for Jove,

"Turning mortal for thy 5 love.

"was." Eng. Hel.

"shepherd." Eng. Hel.

"Alas my hand hath." Eng. Hel.

two lines wanting in Eng. Hel.

4 These

5" my." Eng. Hel.

Spring. A song.

[At the end of "Love's Labour lost."]

WHEN daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white,
And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then on every tree

Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo !

Cuckoo! cuckoo !-O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread and rooks and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks;

The cuckoo then on every tree

Mocks married men, for thus sings he;
Cuckoo !

Cuckoo Cuckoo !-O word of fear,

Unpleasing to a married ear!