NICHOLAS BRETON?

If death do strike me with his lance, Yet mayst thou me to him commend :

If any ask thy mother's name,

Tell how by love she purchased blame. Then will his gentle heart soon yield : I know him of a noble mind : Although a lion in the field, A lamb in town thou shalt him find :

Ask blessing, babe, be not afraid,

His sugar'd words hath me betray'd. Then mayst thou joy and be right glad ; Although in woe I seem to moan, Thy father is no rascal lad, A noble youth of blood and bone :

His glancing looks, if he once smile,

Right honest women may beguile. Come, little boy, and rock asleep ; Sing lullaby and be thou still ; I, that can do naught else but weep, Will sit by thee and wail my fill :

God bless my babe, and lullaby

From this thy father's quality.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH The Silent Lover

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OASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams:

• - The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb ;

So, when affection yields discourse, it seems

The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.

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