The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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18. Quatuor elementa.
The Aire with swete my sences doe delight,
The earthe with flowres, doth gladd my heavie eye,
The fier with warmth revives my dying spritt,
The water cooles that is too hott and drye:
The aire, the earthe, the water, and the fyre,
All doe me good; what can I more desire?
The earthe with flowres, doth gladd my heavie eye,
The fier with warmth revives my dying spritt,
The water cooles that is too hott and drye:
The aire, the earthe, the water, and the fyre,
All doe me good; what can I more desire?
Oh no, the Aire infected sore I finde,
The earthe her flowres do wither and decaye,
The ffire so hott, it dothe enflame the minde,
And water wasteth white, and all awaie:
The aire, the earth, fier, water, all anoie me:
How can it be but they must nedes destroye me.
The earthe her flowres do wither and decaye,
The ffire so hott, it dothe enflame the minde,
And water wasteth white, and all awaie:
The aire, the earth, fier, water, all anoie me:
How can it be but they must nedes destroye me.
Sweete Aire, do yett awhile thy swetnes holde,
Earth, lett thy flowres not fall awaie in prime,
Fire, doe not burne, my hart is not a colde,
Water, drye vpp vntill another tyme;
Or Aire, or earthe, fier, water heer my prayer,
Or plaine me one, fier, water, earthe, or Aire.
Earth, lett thy flowres not fall awaie in prime,
Fire, doe not burne, my hart is not a colde,
Water, drye vpp vntill another tyme;
Or Aire, or earthe, fier, water heer my prayer,
Or plaine me one, fier, water, earthe, or Aire.
Hark, in the Aire, what deadly thund'rs threateth,
See, on the earth how euery flower falleth,
Oh with the fier, how euerie sinow sweateth,
Ah, how the water, panting hart appalleth:
The aire, the earth, fier, water, all to greiue me,
Heavnes shewe yor powres, yitt sume way to releiue me.
See, on the earth how euery flower falleth,
Oh with the fier, how euerie sinow sweateth,
Ah, how the water, panting hart appalleth:
The aire, the earth, fier, water, all to greiue me,
Heavnes shewe yor powres, yitt sume way to releiue me.
This is not Aire that euery creature feedeth,
Nor this the earth, wher euery flower groweth,
Nor this the fire that cole and baven breedeth,
Nor this the water, that both ebth and flowthe:
These elementes are in a world enclosèd,
Wher happie hart hath heavnly rest exposèd.
Nor this the earth, wher euery flower groweth,
Nor this the fire that cole and baven breedeth,
Nor this the water, that both ebth and flowthe:
These elementes are in a world enclosèd,
Wher happie hart hath heavnly rest exposèd.
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