GEORGE WITHER

The voice which I did more esteem

Than music in her sweetest key,

Those eyes which unto me did seem

More comfortable than the day,

Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen; But what I once enjoy'd in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream.

Lord' keep me faithful to the trust

Which my dear spouse reposed in me: To him now dead preserve me just In all that should performed be!

For though our being man and wife Extendeth only to this life, Yet neither life nor death should end The being of a faithful friend.

��WILLIAM BROWNE, OF TAVISTOCK 248 A Welcome

r *COMEy welcome! do I singy Far more welcome than the sfring; He that farteth from you never Shall enjoy a sfring for eyer.

He that to the voice is near

Breaking from your iv'ry pale, Need not walk abroad to hear

The delightful nightingale.

Welcome, welcome, then . . .

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