Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan’s down ever? Or have smelled o’ the bud o’ the brier? Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! JEALOUSY WRETCHED and foolish jealousy, How cam’st thou thus to enter me? I ne’er was of thy kind: Nor have I yet the narrow mind To vent that poor desire, That others should not warm them at my fire: I wish the sun should shine On all men’s fruits and flowers as well as mine. But under the disguise of love, Thou say’st thou only cam’st to prove What my affections were. Think’st thou that love is helped by fear? Go, get thee quickly forth, Love’s sickness and his noted want of worth, Seek doubting men to please. I ne’er will owe my health to a disease. EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH L. H. WOULDST thou hear what many say In a little?—reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault, Leave it buried in this vault. One name was Elizabeth, The other, let it sleep with death: Fitter where it died to tell Than that it lived at all. Farewell! HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia’s shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright! Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak’st a day of night, Goddess excellently bright! ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER HERE lies to each her parent’s ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth: Yet all heaven’s gifts being heaven’s due, It makes the father less to rue. At six months’ end she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul Heaven’s Queen (whose name she bears), In comfort of her mother’s tears, Hath placed among her virgin train: Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth, Which cover lightly, gentle earth. ECHO’S LAMENT FOB NARCISSUS