One DAy I wrote her name upon the strand, But Came the waves and washed it away.Again i wrote it with a second hand, But Came the tide and made my pains his prey Vain mAn said she that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize,For i myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped our likewise Not so let baser things devise To die in dust, But you shall live by fame;
In the merry month of may, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walked by the wood side, Where as May was in his pride There I Spied all alone Phyllida and Corydon.Much ado there was, god wot He Would love and she would not.
Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer,And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple witunto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.
Mark when she smiles with amiablrae cheer, And tell mewhereto can ye liken it; When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An Hundred graces as in shade to sit. Likest it seemeth in my simple wit unto the fair sunshine in summer's day That when a dreadful storm away is flit; Throught the broad world doth spread his goodly ray; at sight whereof each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that so his den was feld.
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