Dear! why should you command me to my rest, When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks this time becometh lovers best! The quiet evening yet together brings, That every creature to his kind dost call, ΙΟ Well could I wish it would be ever day; LXI Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part ! Nay, I have done; you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad, with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, ΙΟ Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given And many a deep wound lent; Gloucester, that duke so good, Scarce such another! Warwick in blood did wade; Upon Saint Crispin's Day FROM NYMPHIDIA THE COURT OF FAIRY Her chariot ready straight is made For nought must her be letting; Upon the coach-box getting. Her chariot of a snail's fine shell, The seat the soft wool of the bee, I trow 'twas simple trimming. 1 give a subject for praise Hop and Mop and Drop so clear Pip and Trip and Skip that were To Mab, their sovereign, ever dear, Her special maids of honour; Fib and Tib and Pink and Pin, Tick and Quick and Jill and Jin, Tit and Nit and Wap and Win, The train that wait upon her. Upon a grasshopper they got And, what with amble and with trot, For hedge nor ditch they spared not, But after her they hie them; A cobweb over them they throw, To shield the wind if it should blow; Themselves they wisely could bestow Lest any should espy them. FRANCIS BACON (1561-1626) ESSAYS. I. OF TRUTH 160 170 |