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Seven times hath Janus ta’en new year by hand, Seven times hath blustering March blown forth his
power, To drive out April buds, by sea and land, For minion May to deck most trim with flower: Seven times hath temperate Ver like pageant plaid; And pleasant Æstas eke, her flowers told ; Seven times Autumnus' heat hath been delay'd, With Hyems' boisterous blasts, and bitter cold : Seven times the thirteen moons have changed hue; Seven times the sun his course hath gone about: Seven times each bird his nest hath built anew, Since first time you to serve I choosed out: Still yours am I, though thus the time have past, And trust to be, as long as life shall last.
THE THREE RAVENS.
1. THERE were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down, There were three ravens sat on a tree,
With a down ;
Down in yonder green field: 1 ; mit De There lies a knight slain under his shield..'
. iv. ' His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they their master keep:
11.6. his mate.
She got him upon her back
This elegant and pathetic little piece is taken from Mr. Ritson's Collection of Ancient Songs, (Johnson, 1792) where it is printed, together with the original music., The burthen of the first stanza is to be supplied in all the others.
(From the Paradise of Dainty Devices.]
» Mr. Stevens supposed the real name to be Pooley, but no anecdotes of this author are known.
ON THE CERTAINTY OF DEATH,
- [From the same Collection.]
[Abridged from 6 stanzas.) To die, dame nature did man frame:
Death is a thing most perfect sure: We ought not nature's works to blame,
She made no thing still to endure. That law she made when we were born,
That hence we should return again : To render right we must not scorn:
Death is due debt: it is no pain.
Death hath in all the earth a right;
His power is great, it stretcheth far: No lord, no prince, can scape his might;
No creature can his duty bar. The wise, the just, the strong, the high, - The chaste, the meek, the free of heart; ; The rich, the poor—who can deny
Have yielded all unto his dart.
Seeing no man then can death escape,
Nor hire him hence for any gain,