And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence :
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence

So they lov'd, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

defunctive music can] i.e. knows, understands funeral

music

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
"Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appall'd,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call'd.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either-neither,
Simple were so well compounded:

That it cried, how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love;
As chorus to their tragick scene.

2 threne] i. e. funeral song.

THRENOS.

Beauty, truth, and rarity,

Grace in all simplicity.

Here inclos'd in cinders lie.

Death is now the phoenix' nest;

And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity :-
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may seem, but cannot be:
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair:

For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

WM SHAKESPEARE.

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SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF

SHAKESPEARE.

FROM THE TEMPEST.

COME unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

Burden. Bowgh, wowgh.

[disperse

[disperse

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.

FULL fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, Ding-dong.

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie :

There I couch, when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now

Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough.

FROM TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

WHO is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair, and wise is she:

The heavens such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.

Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.