987980That lets it hop a litle from his hand,

988981Like a poore prisoner in his twisted giues,

989982And with a silken threed, plucks it backe againe,

990983So louing Iealous of his libertie.

991984Ro. I would I were thy bird.

992985Iu. Sweete so would I,

993986Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:

994987Good night, good night.

995988Parting is such sweete sorrow,

996989That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

997990 Iu. Sleep dwel vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.

998991Ro. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest

999992The grey eyde morne smiles on the frowning night,

1000993Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streaks of light,

1001994And darknesse fleckted like a drunkard reeles,

1002995From forth daies pathway, made by Tytans wheeles.

1003996Hence will I to my ghostly Friers close cell,

1004997His helpe to craue, and my deare hap to tell.

10061000 Fri. The grey-eyed morne smiles on the frowning (night,

10071001Checking the Easterne clowdes with streaks of light:

10081002And fleckeld darknesse like a drunkard reeles,

10091003From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles:

10101004Now ere the sun aduance his burning eie,

10111005The day to cheere, and nights dancke dewe to drie,

10121006I must vpfill this osier cage of ours,

10131007With balefull weedes, and precious iuyced flowers,

10141008The earth that's natures mother is her tombe,

10151009What is her burying graue, that is her wombe:

10161010And from her wombe children of diuers kinde,

10171011We sucking on her naturall bosome finde:

10181012Many for many, vertues excellent:

10191013None but for some, and yet all different.

10201014O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies

10211015In Plants, hearbes, stones, and their true quallities: