A Farewell to the World
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age;
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FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age;
HIGH-spirited friend, I send nor balms nor cor’sives to your wound:
WOULDST thou hear what Man can say In a little? Reader, stay.
WEEP with me, all you that read This little story;
GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root,
WHERE, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell’d up, to rest
DEAR love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream,
WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before?
DEATH, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying:
SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, Made rival with the air,
I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile,
WELCOME, maids of honour! You do bring
FAIR daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon;
FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast?
ASK me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year?
THE Rose was sick and smiling died; And, being to be sanctified,
CHERRY-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy.
YOU are a tulip seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay
A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright! The bridal of the earth and sky—
I GOT me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree;
THROW away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;