The Golden Treasury. Various

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      And wilt thou leave me thus?

       Say nay! say nay! for shame,

       To save thee from the blame

       Of all my grief and grame.

       And wilt thou leave me thus?

       Say nay! say nay!

      

      And wilt thou leave me thus,

       That hath loved thee so long

       In wealth and woe among:

       And is thy heart so strong

       As for to leave me thus?

       Say nay! say nay!

      And wilt thou leave me thus,

       That hath given thee my heart

       Never for to depart

       Neither for pain nor smart:

       And wilt thou leave me thus?

       Say nay! say nay!

      And wilt thou leave me thus,

       And have no more pity

       Of him that loveth thee?

       Alas! thy cruelty!

       And wilt thou leave me thus?

       Say nay! say nay!

      Sir T. Wyat

XLV

      THE NIGHTINGALE

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      As it fell upon a day

       In the merry month of May,

       Sitting in a pleasant shade

       Which a grove of myrtles made,

       Beasts did leap and birds did sing,

       Trees did grow and plants did spring;

       Every thing did banish moan

       Save the Nightingale alone.

       She, poor bird, as all forlorn,

       Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,

       And there sung the dolefull'st ditty

       That to hear it was great pity.

       Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;

       Teru, teru, by and by:

       That to hear her so complain

       Scarce I could from tears refrain;

       For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. —Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee; King Pandion, he is dead, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead: All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing: Even so, poor bird, like thee None alive will pity me.

      R. Barnefield

XLVI

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      Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,

       Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,

       Relieve my languish, and restore the light;

       With dark forgetting of my care return.

      And let the day be time enough to mourn

       The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth:

       Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,

       Without the torment of the night's untruth.

      Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,

       To model forth the passions of the morrow;

       Never let rising Sun approve you liars,

       To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:

      Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,

       And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

      S. Daniel

XLVII

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      The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth

       Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,

       While late-bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,

       Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making;

      

      And mournfully bewailing,

       Her throat in tunes expresseth

       What grief her breast oppresseth

       For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing.

      O Philomela fair, O take some gladness,

       That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness:

       Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;

       Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.

      Alas, she hath no other cause of anguish

       But Tereus' love, on her by strong hand wroken,

       Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish,

       Full womanlike complains her will was broken.

       But I, who, daily craving,

       Cannot have to content me,

       Have more cause to lament me,

       Since wanting is more woe than too much having.

      O Philomela fair, O take some gladness

       That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness:

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