 | Poems (1983) |  |
[You pleasant floury meade]
You pleasant floury meade
Which I did once well love
Your pathes no more I'le tread
Your pleasures noe more prove
Your beauty more admire
Your coulers more adore
Nor gras with daintiest store
Of sweets to breed desire;
Which I did once well love
Your pathes no more I'le tread
Your pleasures noe more prove
Your beauty more admire
Your coulers more adore
Nor gras with daintiest store
Of sweets to breed desire;
Walks once soe sought for now
I shunn you for the darcke,
Birds to whose song did bow
My eares your notes nere mark;
Brooke which soe pleasing was
Upon whose banks I lay,
And on my pipe did play
Now, unreguarded pass;
I shunn you for the darcke,
Birds to whose song did bow
My eares your notes nere mark;
Brooke which soe pleasing was
Upon whose banks I lay,
And on my pipe did play
Now, unreguarded pass;
Meadowes, pathes, grass, flouers
Walkes, birds, brooke, truly finde
All prove butt as vaine shouers
Wish'd wellcome els unkind:
You once I loved best
Butt love makes mee you leave
By love I love deseave
Joy's lost for lives unrest.
Walkes, birds, brooke, truly finde
All prove butt as vaine shouers
Wish'd wellcome els unkind:
You once I loved best
Butt love makes mee you leave
By love I love deseave
Joy's lost for lives unrest.
| Poems (1983) | |