Bid me to weep, and I will weep While I have eyes to see: And, having none, yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair Under that cypress-tree: Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee. 268. PREVISION OR PROVISION. _That prince takes soon enough the victor's room Who first provides not to be overcome._ 269. OBEDIENCE IN SUBJECTS. _The gods to kings the judgment give to sway: The subjects only glory to obey._ 270. MORE POTENT, LESS PECCANT. _He that may sin, sins least: leave to transgress Enfeebles much the seeds of wickedness._ 271. UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS MARRIED. That morn which saw me made a bride, The evening witness'd that I died. Those holy lights, wherewith they guide Unto the bed the bashful bride, Serv'd but as tapers for to burn And light my relics to their urn. This epitaph, which here you see, Supplied the epithalamy. 274. TO MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. Y'ave heard them sweetly sing, And seen them in a round: Each virgin like a spring, With honeysuckles crown'd. But now we see none here Whose silvery feet did tread, And with dishevell'd hair Adorn'd this smoother mead. Like unthrifts, having spent Your stock and needy grown, Y'are left here to lament Your poor estates, alone. _Round_, a rustic dance. 275. CROSSES. Though good things answer many good intents, _Crosses do still bring forth the best events_. 276. MISERIES. Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, _No life is yet life-proof from misery_. 278. TO HIS HOUSEHOLD GODS. Rise, household gods, and let us go; But whither I myself not know. First, let us dwell on rudest seas; Next, with severest savages; Last, let us make our best abode Where human foot as yet ne'er trod: Search worlds of ice, and rather there Dwell than in loathed Devonshire. 279. TO THE NIGHTINGALE AND ROBIN REDBREAST. When I departed am, ring thou my knell, Thou pitiful and pretty Philomel: And when I'm laid out for a corse, then be Thou sexton, redbreast, for to cover me. 280. TO THE YEW AND CYPRESS TO GRACE HIS FUNERAL. Both you two have Relation to the grave: And where The funeral-trump sounds, you are there, I shall be made, Ere long, a fleeting shade: Pray, come And do some honour to my tomb.