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She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Leaned her breast up-till' a thorn,
And there sung thc dolefull’st ditty,
Chat to hear it was great pity :
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry,
Teru, Teru, by and by :
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain ;
For her griefs so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ;
None take pity on thy pain :
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion, he is dead;
All thy friends are lapped in lead .
All thy fellow-birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.
[Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me.']
Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled,
Thou and I were both beguiled.
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy like the wind ;
Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.

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1 Up-till. This is given against in "England's Helicon." 2 Bears. In “ England's Helicon” beasts.

3 The poem in “ England's Helicon” here ends; but the two aines with which it concludes are wanting in The Passionate Pil. grim. VOL, VIII.

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li that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call :
And with such-like flattering,
+ Pity but he were a king."
If he be addict to sice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown
They that fawned on him before,
L'se his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering for.

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Take, 0, take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.'

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1 The collection entitled The Passionate Pilgrim, &c., ends with the Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music which we have numbered XIX. Malone adds to the collection this exquisite song, of which we find the first verse in Measure for Measure. (See Illustrations.)

VERSES

AXONG THE

ADDITIONAL POEMS TO CHESTER'S LOVE'S

MARTYR, 1601.

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not nea

1 There is a curious coincidence in a passage in The Tem. pest:

“ Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phenix throne.”

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