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Let us all ring Fancy's knell:
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I;
COME away, come away death,
Aud in sad cypress let me be laid;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
O prepare it; .
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save;
Lay me, 0! where
To weep there!
“Wuo is Silvia ? what is she,
“ That all our swains commend her?”
The heav'ns such grace did lend her,
“ Is she kind as she is fair?
" For beauty lives with kindness :"
To help him of his blindness ;
Then to Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling; To her let us garlands bring.
Fear no more the heat o'th' sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. :
Fear no more the frown o' th' great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke, Care no more to clothe and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust,
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder stone; Fear no slander, censure rash,
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan.
Under the green-wood tree,
Here shall he see
Who doth ambition shuu,
Here shall he see
THE FORCE OF LOVE.. Being your slave what should I do, but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire,
Nor services to do till you require :
Whilst I, my sovereign! watch the clock for you; Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.. Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose;. But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are: how happy you make those!
So true a fool is love, that in your will
When as thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall’d the deer that thou should’st strike,
Take counsel of some wiser head,