WINTER.

Hawthorn had lost his motley livery,
The naked twigs were shivering all for cold;
And dropping down the tears abundantly;
Each thing (me thought) with weeping eye me told
The cruel season, bidding me withhold
My self within, for I was gotten out
Into the fields whereas I waiked about.

THOMAS SACKVILLE.

SONNET.

SOME glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some in their body's force ;
Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill ;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse ;
And every humour hath its adjunct pleasure,
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest ;
But these particulars are not my measure,
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast.
Wretched in this alone, that thou may'st take
All this away, and me most wretched make.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

LAWN, as white as driven snow;
Cypress, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses ;
Masks for faces, and for noses ;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace-amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber :
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel :

Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy ;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

CRABBED AGE AND YOUTI.

CRABBED age and youth

Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave,

Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short ;

Youth is nimble, age is lanie ;'
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold ;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my love, my love is young !
Age, I do defy thee :-
O, sweet shepherd, hie thee !

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.