"She's in a frock of Lincoln green, "The colour maids delight, "And never hath her beauty seen "But through a veil of white. "Than roses richer to behold, "The pansie and the marigold, Thou well describ'st the Daffodil : It is not full an hour, Since by the spring, on yonder hill, "Yet with my flower thou didst not meet, "Nor news of her dost bring, "Yet is my Daffodil more sweet "Than that by yonder spring." I saw a shepherd that doth keep - Was making, as he fed his sheep, "Yet, Gorbo, thou delud'st me still, "My flow'r thou didst not see, "For know, my pretty Daffodil "Is worn of none but me." Through yonder vale as I did pass, I met a smirking bonny lass, Whose presence, as along she went, As though their heads they downward bent And all the shepherds that were nigh, From top of every hill, Unto the valleys loud did cry, There goes sweet Daffodil ! "I, gentle shepherd, now with joy "Thou all my flock dost fill; "Come, go with me, thou shepherd's boy, "Let us to Daffodil." SONNET. SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, That we one jot of former love retain. Now if thou would'st, when all have giv'n him over,, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. TO MY COY LOVE. I PRAY thee, love, love me no more, I but in vain that saint adore, That can, but will not, save me: VOL. II. These poor half kisses kill me quite, Was ever man thus served ? Amidst an ocean of delight, For pleasure to be starved. Shew me no more those snowy breasts, Clip me no more in those dear arms, WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. SONG. BLOW, blow thou winter-wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude: Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. |