SONG How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow Larded with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. William Shakespeare DINNA ASK ME O, dinna ask me gin I lo❜e ye: w O, dinna look sae sair at me, When ye gang to yon braw braw town, O, dinna, Jamie, look at them, Lest ye should mind na me. For I could never bide the lass That ye'd lo'e mair than me; And O, I'm sure my heart wad brak, John Dunlop SONG Ask me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light Ask me no more if east or west Thomas Carew THE POETRY OF DRESS A sweet disorder in the dress An erring lace, which here and there Do more bewitch me, than when art Robert Herrick WHENAS IN SILKS Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows Next, when I cast mine eyes and see Robert Herrick TO ONE IN PARADISE Thou wast all that to me, love, All wreath'd with fairy fruits and flowers, Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!" but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast. For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! No more no more -no more(Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar. And all my days are trances, In what ethereal dances, -- Edgar Allan Poe |