'Tis evening, my sweet,
And dark, let us meet;
Long time w'ave here been a-toying,
And never, as yet,
That season could get
Wherein t'ave had an enjoying.
For pity or shame,
Then let not love's flame
Be ever and ever a-spending;
Since now to the port
The path is but short,
And yet our way has no ending.
Time flies away fast,
Our hours do waste,
The while we never remember
How soon our life, here,
Grows old with the year
That dies with the next December.
535. DISCORD NOT DISADVANTAGEOUS.
Fortune no higher project can devise
Than to sow discord 'mongst the enemies.
536. ILL GOVERNMENT.
Preposterous is that government, and rude,
When kings obey the wilder multitude.
Preposterous, lit. hind-part before.
537. TO MARIGOLDS.
Give way, and be ye ravish'd by the sun,
And hang the head whenas the act is done,
Spread as he spreads, wax less as he does wane;
And as he shuts, close up to maids again.