HOSPITALITY
| Whether my house
is dark or bright, I close it not on any wight, Lest Thou, hereafter, King of Stars, Against me close Thy Heavenly bars. If from a guest who shares thy board Thy dearest dainty thou shalt hoard, 'Tis not that guest, O never doubt it, But Mary's Son shall do without it. |
THE BLACKBIRD
| Ah, Blackbird,
that at last art blest Because thy nest is on the bough, No Hermit of the clinking bell, How soft and well thy notes fall now. |
MOLING SANG THIS
| With the old when
I consort Jest and sport they straight lay by; When with frolic youth I am flung, Maddest of the young am I. |