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Written by William Browne |


 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.

Written 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.

Written 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.

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Written 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.

Written by William Browne |


 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.