The Golden Treasury. Various

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       I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

       And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;

      Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

       For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

       And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,

       And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight.

      Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

       And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

       The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan,

       Which I new pay as if not paid before:

      —But if the while I think on thee, dear Friend,

       All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

      W. Shakespeare

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      SLEEP

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      Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,

       The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,

       The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,

       Th' indifferent judge between the high and low;

      With shield of proof shield me from out the prease

       Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:

       O make in me those civil wars to cease;

       I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.

      

      Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,

       A chamber deaf of noise and blind of light,

       A rosy garland and a weary head:

       And if these things, as being thine in right,

      Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,

       Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

      Sir P. Sidney

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      REVOLUTIONS

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      Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

       So do our minutes hasten to their end;

       Each changing place with that which goes before,

       In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

      Nativity, once in the main of light,

       Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

       Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

       And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.

      Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

       And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;

       Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

       And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:—

      And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand

       Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

      W. Shakespeare

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      Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,

       And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:

       The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;

       My bonds in thee are all determinate.

      For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?

       And for that riches where is my deserving?

       The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,

       And so my patent back again is swerving.

      

      Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,

       Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;

       So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,

       Comes home again, on better judgment making.

      Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter;

       In sleep, a king; but waking, no such matter.

      W. Shakespeare

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      THE LIFE WITHOUT PASSION

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      They that have power to hurt, and will do none,

       That do not do the thing they most do show,

       Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,

       Unmovéd, cold, and to temptation slow,—

      They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,

       And husband nature's riches from expense;

       They are the lords and owners of their faces,

       Others, but stewards of their excellence.

      The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,

       Though to itself it only live and die;

       But if that flower with base infection meet,

       The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

      For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;

       Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

      W. Shakespeare

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