THOMAS CAMPION

��276. come quickly!

NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my

troubled breast : O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest !

Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes : Glory there the sun outshines ; whose beams the Blessed

only see : O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee !

��JOHN REYNOLDS

1 6th Cent.

/77. A Nosegay

SAY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil, With Violet blue; Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,

And eke her view ; Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill,

With sweet delight

Of goddess' grace and angels' sacred teint In line, most bright ?

Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair,

With Pink most fine ; Since you beheld the visage of my dear,

And eyes divine;

177. teint] tint, line.

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