1728-1811.
Reliques of English Poetry. The Baffled Knight.
He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda.
The Friar of Orders Gray.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For violets plucked the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot on sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
From Byrd's Psalmes, Sonets, &c. 1588.
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find,
As far exceeds all earthly bliss
That God and Nature hath assigned.
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.