But in her eyes she had such darts again

Could conquer gods, and wound the hearts of men. Her left hand held a knotty Brazil bow,

Whose strength with tears she made the red deer know. So clad, so armed, so dressed to win her will,

Diana never trod on Latmus hill.

Walla, the fairest nymph that haunts the woods,
Walla, beloved of shepherds, fauns, and floods,
Walla, for whom the frolic satyrs pine,

Walla, with whose fine foot the flowerets twine,
Walla, of whom sweet birds their ditties move,
Walla, the earth's delight and Tavy's love.

FOR SUMMER TIME

From HALLELUJAH

GEORGE WITHER

OW the glories of the year May be viewèd at the best, And the earth doth now appear In her fairest garments dress'd; Sweetly smelling plants and flowers Do perfume the garden bowers; Hill and valley, wood and field, Mixed with pleasure profits yield.

Much is found where nothing was,
Herds on every mountain go,
In the meadows flowery grass
Makes both milk and honey flow;
Now each orchard banquets giveth,
Every hedge with fruit relieveth;
And on every shrub and tree
Useful fruits or berries be.

Walks and ways which winter marr'd By the winds are swept and dried; Moorish grounds are now so hard That on them we safe may ride;

Warmth enough the sun doth lend us;

From his heat the shades defend us; And thereby we share in these Safety, profit, pleasure, ease.

Other blessings, many more,
At this time enjoyed may be,
And in this my song therefore
Praise I give, O Lord! to Thee;

Grant that this my free oblation
May have gracious acceptation,
And that I may well employ
Everything which I enjoy.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

GEORGE WITHER

O now is come our joyful'st feast;
Let every man be jolly,

Each room with ivy leaves is drest

And every post with holly.

Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry.

Now every lad is wondrous trim,
And no man minds his labour;
Our lasses have provided them
A bag-pipe and a tabour,

Young men and maids and girls and boys

Give life to one another's joys,

And you anon shall by their noise
Perceive that they are merry.

Then wherefore in these merry days
Should we, I pray, be duller?
No, let us sing our roundelays

To make our mirth the fuller,
And whilèst thus inspired we sing,
Let all the streets with echo ring,
Woods and hills, and everything
Bear witness we are merry.

SPRING

THOMAS CAREW

OW that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Now

Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost

Candies the grass or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:

But the warm sun thaws the benumbèd earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the bumble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring!
The valleys, hills, and woods, in rich array,
Welcome the coming of the longed-for May.