Bear a lamb or kid away; Let one eye his watches keep Of our great god. Sweetest slumbers, Thus I end my evening's knell. LXIV. A SONG TO PAN. LL ye woods, and trees, and bowers, That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes, Move your feet To our sound, LXV. With his honour and his name That defends our flocks from blame. AWAY, delights, go seek some other dwelling, For I must die; Farewell, false Love; thy tongue is ever telling For ever let me rest now from thy smarts; And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee; mine was not so. Never again deluding Love shall know me, And all those griefs that think to over-grow me, For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry, 'Alas! for pity stay, And let us die With thee; men cannot mock us in the clay.' LXVI. SONG. OD Lyæus, ever young, Go Ever honoured, ever sung; God of youth, let this day here LXVII. THE PASSIONATE LORD'S SONG. HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! Oh! sweetest melancholy. Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; |