SIR ROBERT AYTON. [1570-1638.] FAIR AND UNWORTHY. I DO confess thou 'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the lightest prayer THOMAS HEYWOOD. [About 1640.] GOOD-MORROW. PACK clouds away, and welcome day, Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft, That lips could speak, had power to Wings from the wind to please her mind, move thee: But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou 'rt sweet; yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, Thy favors are but like the wind, That kisses everything it meets; And since thou canst with more than one, Thou 'rt worthy to be kissed by none. The morning rose that untouched stands Armed with her briers, how sweetly smells! But plucked and strained through ruder hands, Notes from the lark I 'il borrow; Wake from thy nest, robin red breast; SEARCH AFTER GOD. No inore her sweetness with her dwells, I soUGHT thee round about, O thou my But scent and beauty both are gone, And leaves fall from her, one by one. Such fate, erelong, will thee betide, When thou hast handled been awhile, Like sere flowers to be thrown aside: And I will sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none. WILLIAM STRODE, [1600-1644.] MUSIC. O LULL me, lull me, charming air! And slumbering die, And change his soul for harmony! God! |