WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

164. XX

DOOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth

• My sinful earth these rebel powers array

Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more :

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men ;

And Death once dead, there 's no more dying then.

RICHARD ROWLANDS

1565-1630?

l6f. Lullaby

TPON my lap my sovereign sits ^^ And sucks upon my breast ; Meantime his love maintains my life And gives my sense her rest.

Sing lullaby, my little boy,

Sing lullaby, mine only joy !

When thou hast taken thy repast, Repose, my babe, on me ; So may thy mother and thy nurse Thy cradle also be.

Sing lullaby, my little boy,

Sing lullaby, mine only joy!

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