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A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then, live with me and be my love.

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee and be thy love.

As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring;
Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone :
Shee, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity.
Fie, fie, fie! now would she cry:
Tereu, Tereu! by and by;
That to hear her so complain
Scarce I could from tears refrain,
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain,
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees they cannot hear thee,
Ruthless bears they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion he is dead,
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead,
All thy fellow birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.

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Whilst as fickle fortune smild,
Thou and I were both beguild:
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find:
Every man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call,
And with such like flattering,
Pity but he were a king.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice:
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then, farewell his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed
He will help thee in thy need :
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart,
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.


Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,

Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
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;
Phønix 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 pone:
Number there in love was slain.
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 appallid,
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 cry'd, how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
It 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 tragic scene.

Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here inclos'd in cinders lie.
Death is now the phenix' nest;
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem,

but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but 't is not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.



Accost, to approach.

Ban, to curse. Acture, action.

Banquet, dessert. Addressed, ready, prepared. Baring, shaving. Affection, affectation.

Barm, yeast. Affectioned, affected.

Base, a game. Affeerd, confirmed.

Basta, enough. Asfined, related.

Bastard, a kind of wine. Affront, to front, to face.

Bate, beat. Affy, to trust.

Batler, washing bat. Aglet-baby, a point for fastening Batten, to feed. dress.

Bavin, brush-faggot. Aim, to cry, to encourage. Bear in hand, to lead to believe. Aim, to give, to direct.

Besmirch’d, besmeared, soiled. See Alderliefest, dearest of all.

also “Smirched." Ames ace, both aces.

Besort, to become, to beseem. Amort, dead, dispirited.

Bestraught, distraught, distracted. Anchor, hermit.

Beteem, to pour out. Ancient, ensign.

Beteem, to permit. Apperil, peril.

Bewray, to betray. Apple-John, a withered apple. Bid, to invite. Approbation, proof:

Bid, endured. Approof, approbation. See also Bilbo, sword. * Proof.”

Bilboes, fetters. Approv'd, proved.

Bisson, blind. Arch, chief, leader.

Black and Yellow, a tune. Argosies, large merchant vessels. Blench, to start off. Ascaunt, aslant.

Blent, blended. Aspersion, sprinkling.

Blood, disposition. Assinego, ass.

Blue-coats, servants. Astringer, falconer.

Bob, blow. Atone, to agree.

Bodg'd, botch'd. Attask'd, tax'd, taken to task. Bodkin, dagger.

Bollen, swollen.

Bolled, sifted. Backare, an exclamation.

Bombard, drinking vessel. Bale, sorrow.

Bombast, stuffing. Balk'd, ridged.

Book, paper-writing.

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