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FAMOUS SINGLE AND FUGITIVE

POEMS.

My Mind to me a Kingdom is.

My mind to me a kingdom is,

Such perfect joy therein I find
As far exceeds all earthly bliss

That God or nature hath assigned;
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

Content I live, this is my stay:

I seek no more than may suffice:
I press to bear no haughty sway:

Look! what I lack, my mind supplies.
Lo! thus I triumph like a king,
Content with what my mind doth bring.

I see how plenty surfeits oft,

And hasty climbers soonest fall;
I see that such as sit aloft

Mishap doth threaten most of all:
These get with toil and keep with fear;
Such cares my mind could never bear.

Some have too much, yet still they crave,

I little have, yet seek no inore;
They are but poor, though much they have,

And I am rich with little store.
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I lend; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another's loss,

I grudge not at another's gain :
No worldly wave my mind can toss,

I brook that is another's bane:
I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.

I wish but what I have at will,

I wander not to seek for more, I like the plain, I climb no hill,

In greatest storins I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain, To get what must be lost again.

My wealth is health and perfect ease,

My conscience clear my chief defense; I never seek by bribes to please,

Nor by desert to give offense; Thus do I live, thus will I die, Would all did so as well as I.

WILLIAM BYRD.

The Lye.

Goe, soule, the bodie's guest,

Upon a thanklesse arrant;
Feare not to touche the best-
The truth shall be thy warrant!

Goe, since I needs must dye,
And give the world the lye.

Goe tell the court it glowes

And shines like rotten wood;
Goe tell the church it showes
What 's good, and doth no good;

If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lye.

Tell potentates they live

Acting by others' actions-
Not loved unlesse they give,
Not strong but by their factions,

If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lye.

Tell men of high condition,

That rule affairs of state,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate;

And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lye.

Tell them that brave it inosti

They beg for more by spending, Who ir their greatest cost Seek nothing but commending;

And if they make reply, : Spare not to give the lye.

Tell zeale it lacks devotion ;

Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it is but inotion;
Tell flesh, it is but dust;

And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lye.

Tell age it daily wasteth;

Tell honour how it alters;

Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favour how she falters:

And as they then reply,
Give each of them the lye.

Tell wit how much it wrangles

In tickle points of nicenesse;
Tell wisdome she entangles
Herselfe in over-wisenesse;

And if they do reply,
Straight give them both the lye.

Tell physicke of her boldnesse;

Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldnesse;
Tell law it is contention;

And as they yield reply,
So give them still the lye.

Tell fortune of her blindnesse;

Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindnesse;
Tell justice of delay;

And if they dare reply,
Then give them all the lye.

Tell arts they have no soundnesse,

But vary by esteering;
Tell schooles they want profoundnesse,
And stand too much on seeming;

If arts and schooles reply,
Give arts and schooles the lye.

Tell faith it 's Hled the citie;

Tell how the country erreth; Tell, manhood shakes off pitie;

Tell, vertue least preferreth;

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