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��WILLIAM BROWNE

257 Song

NOR her gait, if she be walking; Be she sitting, I desire her For her stated sake; and admire her For her wit if she be talking;

Gait and state and wit approve her; For which all and each I love her.

Be she sullen, I commend her For a modest. Be she merry, For a kind one her prefer I. Briefly, everything doth lend her

So much grace, and so approve her, That for everything I love her.

��252 Memory

SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun ; So from the honeysuckle sheaves

The bee goes when the day is done , So sits the turtle when she is but one, And so all woe, as I since she is gone.

To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day.

Which once enjoy'd, cold winter's wrath As night they sleeping pass away.

Those happy creatures are, that know not yet

The pain to be deprived or to forget.

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