ANOTHER.

WE Shepherds sing, we pipe, and play;

With pretty sport we pass the day:

We care for no gold;

But with our fold,

We dance and prance, as Pleasure would.

AN ELEGY,

IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE HONOURABLE THE
LORD BOROUGH, 1598.

CEASE now, Delight! give Sorrow leave to speak; In floods of tears bewailing his decease,

Whose timeless death a stony heart would break; Sweet Borough's life was Music's, Life's, increase. Borough is dead! great Lord of greater famc, Live still on earth, by virtue of thy name!

SONG, 1600.

WHEN Thoralis delights to walk,

The Fairies do attend her;

They sweetly sing and sweetly talk,

And sweetly do commend her:

The Satyrs leap, and dance the round,

And make their congès to the ground;
And evermore their song it is,

Long may'st thou live, fair Thoralis!

SONG, 1604.

WHITHER SO fast? See how the kindly flowers
Perfume the air, to make thee stay!

The climbing woodbine, clipping all these bowers,
Clips thee likewise, for fear thou pass away!
Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainsay.

Stay but awhile, Phoebe no tell-tale is:
She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss.

SONG, 1604.

SISTER, awake! The day her light discloses;
And the bright morning doth arise,

Out of her bed of roses!

See the clear Sun, the World's bright eye,

In at our windows peeping;
Lo! how he blusheth to espy
Us idle wenches sleeping.

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Therefore awake, make haste, I say;

And let us, without staying,

All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the Park a Maying.

SONG, 1588.

From "Byrd's Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs."

I JOY not in no earthly bliss;

I force not Croesus' wealth a straw;

For care I know not what it is;

I fear not Fortune's fatal law.

My mind is such as may not move For Beauty bright, nor force of Love.

I wish but what I have at will;

I wander not to seek for more;

I like the plain; I climb no hill;

In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain, To get what must be lost again.

I kiss not where I wish to kill;

I feign not love where most I hate;

I break no sleep to win my will;

I wait not at the mighty's gate:

I scorn no poor, nor fear no rich;
I feel no want, nor have too much.

The court and cart I like, nor loath;
Extremes are counted worst of all:
The golden mean between them both
Doth surest sit, and fear no fall.
This is my choice; for why, I find
No wealth is like the quiet mind.

SONG, 1588.

From the same.

My mind to me a kingdom is;

Such perfect joy therein I find,

That it excels all other bliss,

Which God or Nature hath assign'd: Though much I want, that most would have,

Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

No princely port, nor wealthy store;

No force to win a victory:

No wily wit to salve a sore;

No shape to win a loving eye.

To none of these I yield as thrall;

For why, my mind despise them all!

I see that plenty surfeits oft,

And hasty climbers soonest fall:

I see that such as are aloft,

Mishap doth threaten most of all. These get with toil, and keep with fear; Such cares my mind can never bear.

I press to bear no haughty sway;

I wish no more than may suffice:

I do no more than well I may;

Look, what I want my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, My mind content with any thing.

I laugh not at another's loss;

Nor grudge not at another's gain:
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
I brook that is another's bane:

I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend;
I loath not life, nor dread my end.

My wealth is health, and perfect case; And conscience clear my chief defence: