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by William Browne | |

The Rose

 A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,
Grew in a little garden all alone;
A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth,
Nor fairer garden yet was never known:
The maidens danced about it morn and noon,
And learned bards of it their ditties made;
The nimble fairies by the pale-faced moon
Water'd the root and kiss'd her pretty shade.
But well-a-day!--the gardener careless grew; The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray.
God shield the stock! If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.


by William Browne | |

A Welcome

 WELCOME, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
He that to the voice is near Breaking from your iv'ry pale, Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful nightingale.
Welcome, welcome, then.
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He that looks still on your eyes, Though the winter have begun To benumb our arteries, Shall not want the summer's sun.
Welcome, welcome, then.
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He that still may see your cheeks, Where all rareness still reposes, Is a fool if e'er he seeks Other lilies, other roses.
Welcome, welcome, then.
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He to whom your soft lip yields, And perceives your breath in kissing, All the odours of the fields Never, never shall be missing.
Welcome, welcome, then.
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He that question would anew What fair Eden was of old, Let him rightly study you, And a brief of that behold.
Welcome, welcome, then.
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by William Browne | |

Memory

 SO shuts the marigold her leaves
At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
The bee goes when the day is done;
So sits the turtle when she is but one,
And so all woe, as I since she is gone.
To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day: Which once enjoy'd, cold winter's wrath As night they sleeping pass away.
Those happy creatures are, that know not yet The pain to be deprived or to forget.
I oft have heard men say there be Some that with confidence profess The helpful Art of Memory: But could they teach Forgetfulness, I'd learn; and try what further art could do To make me love her and forget her too.


by William Browne | |

Song

 FOR her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her state's sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her For a modest.
Be she merry, For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her So much grace, and so approve her, That for everything I love her.


by William Browne | |

The Sirens Song

 STEER, hither steer your winged pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers--
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
Which make the Phoenix' urn and nest.
Fear not your ships, Nor any to oppose you save our lips; But come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.
For swelling waves our panting breasts, Where never storms arise, Exchange, and be awhile our guests: For stars gaze on our eyes.
The compass Love shall hourly sing, And as he goes about the ring, We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.
--Then come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.