WINTER. Hawthorn had lost his motley livery, The naked twigs were shivering all for cold; Each thing (me thought) with weeping eye me told My self within, for I was gotten out Into the fields whereas I waiked about. SONNET. THOMAS SACKVILLE. 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; Wherein it finds a joy above the rest; Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. LAWN, as white as driven snow; 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 YOUTH. CRABBED age and youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age like winter weather; 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. |