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When time shall serve, be thou not slack
What though her frowning brows be bent,
And twice desire, ere it be day,
What though she strive to try her strength, And ban, and brawl, and say thee nay; Her feeble force will yield at length, When craft hath taught her thus to say :• Had women been so strong as men. in faith, you had not had it then.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
Think, women love to match with men,
But, soft! enough! too much I fear:
Take, O, take those lips away,1
That so sweetly were forsworn ;
Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
1 The first stanza of this Sonnet will be found in Measure for Measure, vol. ii. p. 204.
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey:
But, thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.
From this session interdict
Let the priest in surplice white,
And thou, treble-dated crow,
Here the anthem doth commence :-
In a mutual flame from hence.
1 i. e. who understands funereal music.
So they loved, as love in twain
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 phoenix' sight: Either was the other's raine.
Property was thus appall'd,
Reason, in itself confounded,
That it cried,-How true a twain
Whereupon it made this threne1
As chorus to their tragic scene :—
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.
Death is now the phoenix' nest;
Leaving no posterity:
Truth may seem, but cannot be;
To this urn let those repair,
1 Funeral song.