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					Christopher Marlowe. 1564-93                    Sir Walter Raleigh

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love             The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

COME live with me and be my Love,               IF all the world and love were young,
And we will all the pleasures prove              And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,        These pretty pleasures might me move
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.              To live with thee and be thy love.

And we will sit upon the rocks,                 Time drives the flocks from field to fold
And see the shepherds feed their flocks         When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls               And Philomel becometh dumb;
Melodious birds sing madrigals.                 The rest complains of cares to come.

And I will make thee beds of roses              The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
And a thousand fragrant posies;                 To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle                  A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.          Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,

A gown made of the finest wool                  Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;            Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Fair-linèd slippers for the cold,               Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
With buckles of the purest gold.                In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

A belt of straw and ivy-buds                    Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:              Thy coral claps and somber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee move,           All these in me no means can move
Come live with me and be my Love.               To come to thee and be thy love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing        But could youth last and love still breed,
For thy delight each May morning:               Had joys no date nor age no need,
If these delights thy mind may move,            Then these delights my mind might move
Then live with me and be my Love.               To live with thee and be thy love.




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William Shakespeare | As You Like It | Act 2,        Society is all but rude,
                                                     To this delicious solitude.
Scene 1 The Forest of Arden.
Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or                No white nor red was ever seen
three Lords, like foresters                          So amorous as this lovely green ;
DUKE SENIOR                                          Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,              Cut in these trees their mistress' name.
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet        Little, alas, they know or heed,
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods       How far these beauties hers exceed!
More free from peril than the envious court?         Fair trees! wheresoe'er your barks I wound
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,                No name shall but your own be found.
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,           When we have run our passion's heat,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,         Love hither makes his best retreat :
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say        The gods who mortal beauty chase,
'This is no flattery: these are counsellors          Still in a tree did end their race.
That feelingly persuade me what I am.'               Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Sweet are the uses of adversity,                     Only that she might laurel grow,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,             And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;              Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
And this our life exempt from public haunt
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running         What wondrous life is this I lead!
brooks,
                                                     Ripe apples drop about my head ;
Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
                                                     The luscious clusters of the vine
I would not change it.
                                                     Upon my mouth do crush their wine ;
                                                     The nectarine and curious peach
The Garden
                                                     Into my hands themselves do reach ;
                                                     Stumbling on melons as I pass,
by Andrew Marvell
                                                     Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

How vainly men themselves amaze
                                                     Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
To win the palm, the oak, or bays ;
                                                     Withdraws into its happiness :
And their uncessant labors see
                                                     The mind, that ocean where each kind
Crowned from some single herb or tree,
                                                     Does straight its own resemblance find ;
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade
                                                     Yet it creates, transcending these,
Does prudently their toils upbraid ;
                                                     Far other worlds, and other seas ;
While all the flowers and trees do close
                                                     Annihilating all that's made
To weave the garlands of repose.
                                                     To a green thought in a green shade.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
                                                     Here at the fountain's sliding foot,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
                                                     Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
Mistaken long, I sought you then
                                                     Casting the body's vest aside,
In busy companies of men :
                                                     My soul into the boughs does glide :
Your sacred plants, if here below,
                                                     There like a bird it sits and sings,
Only among the plants will grow ;



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Then whets and combs its silver wings ;            The King of Glorie in his powerful Word
And, till prepared for longer flight,              And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
Waves in its plumes the various light.             On heav'nly ground they stood, and from the
                                                   shore
Such was that happy garden-state,                  They view'd the vast immeasurable Abyss
While man there walked without a mate :            Outrageous as a Sea, dark, wasteful, wilde,
After a place so pure and sweet,                   Up from the bottom turn'd by furious windes
What other help could yet be meet!                 And surging waves, as Mountains to assault
But 'twas beyond a mortal's share                  Heav'ns highth, and with the Center mix the
                                                   Pole.
To wander solitary there :
                                                   Silence, ye troubl'd waves, and thou Deep,
Two paradises 'twere in one
                                                   peace,
To live in Paradise alone.
                                                   Said then th' Omnific Word, your discord end:
                                                   Nor staid, but on the Wings of Cherubim
How well the skillful gard'ner drew
                                                   Uplifted, in Paternal Glorie rode
Of flowers and herbs this dial new ;
                                                   Farr into CHAOS, and the World unborn;
Where from above the milder sun
                                                   For CHAOS heard his voice: him all his Traine
Does through a fragrant zodiac run ;
                                                   Follow'd in bright procession to behold
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
                                                   Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Computes its time as well as we.
                                                   Then staid the fervid Wheeles, and in his hand
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
                                                   He took the golden Compasses, prepar'd
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
                                                   In Gods Eternal store, to circumscribe
                                                   This Universe, and all created things:
John Milton, Paradise Lost                         One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
                                                   Round through the vast profunditie obscure,
BOOK VII--lines 192-568                            And said, thus farr extend, thus farr thy bounds,
The Six Days of Creation                           This be thy just Circumference, O World.
                                                   Thus God the Heav'n created, thus the Earth,
Mean while the Son                                 Matter unform'd and void: Darkness profound
On his great Expedition now appeer'd,              Cover'd th' Abyss: but on the watrie calme
Girt with Omnipotence, with Radiance crown'd       His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspred,
Of Majestie Divine, Sapience and Love              And vital vertue infus'd, and vital warmth
Immense, and all his Father in him shon.           Throughout the fluid Mass, but downward purg'd
About his Chariot numberless were pour'd           The black tartareous cold infernal dregs
Cherub and Seraph, Potentates and Thrones,         Adverse to life: then founded, then conglob'd
And Vertues, winged Spirits, and Chariots          Like things to like, the rest to several place
wing'd,                                            Disparted, and between spun out the Air,
From the Armoury of God, where stand of old        And Earth self-ballanc't on her Center hung.
Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd        Let ther be Light, said God, and forthwith Light
Against a solemn day, harnest at hand,             Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure
Celestial Equipage; and now came forth             Sprung from the Deep, and from her Native East
Spontaneous, for within them Spirit livd,          To journie through the airie gloom began,
Attendant on thir Lord: Heav'n op'nd wide          Sphear'd in a radiant Cloud, for yet the Sun
Her ever during Gates, Harmonious sound            Was not; shee in a cloudie Tabernacle
On golden Hinges moving, to let forth              Sojourn'd the while. God saw the Light was



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good;                                               Capacious bed of Waters: thither they
And light from darkness by the Hemisphere           Hasted with glad precipitance, uprowld
Divided: Light the Day, and Darkness Night          As drops on dust conglobing from the drie;
He nam'd. Thus was the first Day Eev'n and          Part rise in crystal Wall, or ridge direct,
Morn:                                               For haste; such flight the great command
Nor past uncelebrated, nor unsung                   impress'd
By the Celestial Quires, when Orient Light          On the swift flouds: as Armies at the call
Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld;           Of Trumpet (for of Armies thou hast heard)
Birth-day of Heav'n and Earth; with joy and         Troop to thir Standard, so the watrie throng,
shout                                               Wave rowling after Wave, where way they
The hollow Universal Orb they fill'd,               found,
And touch't thir Golden Harps, & hymning            If steep, with torrent rapture, if through Plaine,
prais'd                                             Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them Rock or Hill,
God and his works, Creatour him they sung,          But they, or under ground, or circuit wide
Both when first Eevning was, and when first         With Serpent errour wandring, found thir way,
Morn.
                                                    And on the washie Oose deep Channels wore;
Again, God said, let ther be Firmament
                                                    Easie, e're God had bid the ground be drie,
Amid the Waters, and let it divide
                                                    All but within those banks, where Rivers now
The Waters from the Waters: and God made
                                                    Stream, and perpetual draw thir humid traine.
The Firmament, expanse of liquid, pure,
                                                    The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
Transparent, Elemental Air, diffus'd
                                                    Of congregated Waters he call'd Seas:
In circuit to the uttermost convex
                                                    And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
Of this great Round: partition firm and sure,
                                                    Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed,
The Waters underneath from those above
                                                    And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
Dividing: for as Earth, so hee the World
                                                    Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
Built on circumfluous Waters calme, in wide
                                                    He scarce had said, when the bare Earth, till then
Crystallin Ocean, and the loud misrule
                                                    Desert and bare, unsightly, unadorn'd,
Of CHAOS farr remov'd, least fierce extreames
                                                    Brought forth the tender Grass, whose verdure
Contiguous might distemper the whole frame:         clad
And Heav'n he nam'd the Firmament: So Eev'n         Her Universal Face with pleasant green,
And Morning CHORUS sung the second Day.             Then Herbs of every leaf, that sudden flour'd
The Earth was form'd, but in the Womb as yet        Op'ning thir various colours, and made gay
Of Waters, Embryon immature involv'd,               Her bosom smelling sweet: and these scarce
Appeer'd not: over all the face of Earth            blown,
Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with warme         Forth flourish't thick the clustring Vine, forth
Prolific humour soft'ning all her Globe,            crept
Fermented the great Mother to conceave,             The smelling Gourd, up stood the cornie Reed
Satiate with genial moisture, when God said         Embattell'd in her field: add the humble Shrub,
Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n              And Bush with frizl'd hair implicit: last
Into one place, and let dry Land appeer.            Rose as in Dance the stately Trees, and spred
Immediately the Mountains huge appeer               Thir branches hung with copious Fruit; or
                                                    gemm'd
Emergent, and thir broad bare backs upheave
                                                    Thir Blossoms: with high Woods the Hills were
Into the Clouds, thir tops ascend the Skie:
                                                    crownd,
So high as heav'd the tumid Hills, so low
                                                    With tufts the vallies & each fountain side,
Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep,
                                                    With borders long the Rivers. That Earth now



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Seemd like to Heav'n, a seat where Gods might            Regent of Day, and all th' Horizon round
dwell,                                                   Invested with bright Rayes, jocond to run
Or wander with delight, and love to haunt                His Longitude through Heav'ns high rode: the
Her sacred shades: though God had yet not rain'd         gray
Upon the Earth, and man to till the ground               Dawn, and the PLEIADES before him danc'd
None was, but from the Earth a dewie Mist                Shedding sweet influence: less bright the Moon,
Went up and waterd all the ground, and each              But opposite in leveld West was set
Plant of the field, which e're it was in the Earth       His mirror, with full face borrowing her Light
God made, and every Herb, before it grew                 From him, for other light she needed none
On the green stemm; God saw that it was good:            In that aspect, and still that distance keepes
So Eev'n and Morn recorded the Third Day.                Till night, then in the East her turn she shines,
Again th' Almightie spake: Let there be Lights           Revolvd on Heav'ns great Axle, and her Reign
High in th' expanse of Heaven to divide                  With thousand lesser Lights dividual holds,
The Day from Night; and let them be for Signes,          With thousand thousand Starres, that then
For Seasons, and for Dayes, and circling Years,          appeer'd
And let them be for Lights as I ordaine                  Spangling the Hemisphere: then first adornd
Thir Office in the Firmament of Heav'n                   With thir bright Luminaries that Set and Rose,
To give Light on the Earth; and it was so.               Glad Eevning & glad Morn crownd the fourth
                                                         day.
And God made two great Lights, great for thir
use                                                      And God said, let the Waters generate
To Man, the greater to have rule by Day,                 Reptil with Spawn abundant, living Soule:
The less by Night alterne: and made the Starrs,          And let Fowle flie above the Earth, with wings
And set them in the Firmament of Heav'n                  Displayd on the op'n Firmament of Heav'n.
To illuminate the Earth, and rule the Day                And God created the great Whales, and each
In thir vicissitude, and rule the Night,                 Soul living, each that crept, which plenteously
And Light from Darkness to divide. God saw,              The waters generated by thir kindes,
Surveying his great Work, that it was good:              And every Bird of wing after his kinde;
For of Celestial Bodies first the Sun                    And saw that it was good, and bless'd them,
                                                         saying,
A mightie Spheare he fram'd, unlightsom first,
                                                         Be fruitful, multiply, and in the Seas
Though of Ethereal Mould: then form'd the
Moon                                                     And Lakes and running Streams the waters fill;
Globose, and everie magnitude of Starrs,                 And let the Fowle be multiply'd on the Earth.
And sowd with Starrs the Heav'n thick as a field:        Forthwith the Sounds and Seas, each Creek &
                                                         Bay
Of Light by farr the greater part he took,
                                                         With Frie innumerable swarme, and Shoales
Transplanted from her cloudie Shrine, and plac'd
                                                         Of Fish that with thir Finns and shining Scales
In the Suns Orb, made porous to receive
                                                         Glide under the green Wave, in Sculles that oft
And drink the liquid Light, firm to retaine
                                                         Bank the mid Sea: part single or with mate
Her gather'd beams, great Palace now of Light.
                                                         Graze the Sea weed thir pasture, & through
Hither as to thir Fountain other Starrs
                                                         Groves
Repairing, in thir gold'n Urns draw Light,
                                                         Of Coral stray, or sporting with quick glance
And hence the Morning Planet guilds his horns;
                                                         Show to the Sun thir wav'd coats dropt with
By tincture or reflection they augment                   Gold,
Thir small peculiar, though from human sight             Or in thir Pearlie shells at ease, attend
So farr remote, with diminution seen.                    Moist nutriment, or under Rocks thir food
First in his East the glorious Lamp was seen,            In jointed Armour watch: on smooth the Seale,



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And bended Dolphins play: part huge of bulk            Ev'ning and Morn solemniz'd the Fift day.
Wallowing unweildie, enormous in thir Gate             The Sixt, and of Creation last arose
Tempest the Ocean: there Leviathan                     With Eevning Harps and Mattin, when God said,
Hugest of living Creatures, on the Deep                Let th' Earth bring forth Fowle living in her
Stretcht like a Promontorie sleeps or swimmes,         kinde,
And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles             Cattel and Creeping things, and Beast of the
                                                       Earth,
Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea.
                                                       Each in their kinde. The Earth obey'd, and strait
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and
shoares                                                Op'ning her fertil Woomb teem'd at a Birth
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that        Innumerous living Creatures, perfet formes,
soon                                                   Limb'd and full grown: out of the ground up-rose
Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd           As from his Laire the wilde Beast where he
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge        wonns
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air            In Forrest wilde, in Thicket, Brake, or Den;
sublime                                                Among the Trees in Pairs they rose, they walk'd:
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud          The Cattel in the Fields and Meddowes green:
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork             Those rare and solitarie, these in flocks
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:            Pasturing at once, and in broad Herds upsprung:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise            The grassie Clods now Calv'd, now half appeer'd
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,            The Tawnie Lion, pawing to get free
Intelligent of seasons, and set forth                  His hinder parts, then springs as broke from
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's                    Bonds,
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing                And Rampant shakes his Brinded main; the
                                                       Ounce,
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane
                                                       The Libbard, and the Tyger, as the Moale
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
                                                       Rising, the crumbl'd Earth above them threw
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd
plumes:                                                In Hillocks; the swift Stag from under ground
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with           Bore up his branching head: scarse from his
song                                                   mould
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings        BEHEMOTH biggest born of Earth upheav'd
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal              His vastness: Fleec't the Flocks and bleating
                                                       rose,
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft
layes:                                                 As Plants: ambiguous between Sea and Land
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd               The River Horse and scalie Crocodile.
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck           At once came forth whatever creeps the ground,
Between her white wings mantling proudly,              Insect or Worme; those wav'd thir limber fans
Rowes                                                  For wings, and smallest Lineaments exact
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit           In all the Liveries dect of Summers pride
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre           With spots of Gold and Purple, azure and green:
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground                  These as a line thir long dimension drew,
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion            Streaking the ground with sinuous trace; not all
sounds                                                 Minims of Nature; some of Serpent kinde
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine       Wondrous in length and corpulence involv'd
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue               Thir Snakie foulds, and added wings. First crept
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes. The Waters thus          The Parsimonious Emmet, provident
With Fish replenisht, and the Aire with Fowle,         Of future, in small room large heart enclos'd,



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Pattern of just equalitie perhaps                        Femal for Race; then bless'd Mankinde, and said,
Hereafter, join'd in her popular Tribes                  Be fruitful, multiplie, and fill the Earth,
Of Commonaltie: swarming next appeer'd                   Subdue it, and throughout Dominion hold
The Femal Bee that feeds her Husband Drone               Over Fish of the Sea, and Fowle of the Aire,
Deliciously, and builds her waxen Cells                  And every living thing that moves on the Earth.
With Honey stor'd: the rest are numberless,              Wherever thus created, for no place
And thou thir Natures know'st, and gav'st them           Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st
Names,                                                   He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
Needlest to thee repeaed; nor unknown                    This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
The Serpent suttl'st Beast of all the field,             Delectable both to behold and taste;
Of huge extent somtimes, with brazen Eyes                And freely all thir pleasant fruit for food
And hairie Main terrific, though to thee                 Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th' Earth
Not noxious, but obedient at thy call.                   yeelds,
Now Heav'n in all her Glorie shon, and rowld             Varietie without end; but of the Tree
Her motions, as the great first-Movers hand              Which tasted works knowledge of Good and
First wheeld thir course; Earth in her rich attire       Evil,
Consummate lovly smil'd; Aire, Water, Earth,             Thou mai'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou di'st;
By Fowl, Fish, Beast, was flown, was swum,               Death is the penaltie impos'd, beware,
was walkt                                                And govern well thy appetite, least sin
Frequent; and of the Sixt day yet remain'd;              Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
There wanted yet the Master work, the end                Here finish'd hee, and all that he had made
Of all yet don; a Creature who not prone                 View'd, and behold all was entirely good;
And Brute as other Creatures, but endu'd                 So Ev'n and Morn accomplish'd the Sixt day:
With Sanctitie of Reason, might erect                    Yet not till the Creator from his work
His Stature, and upright with Front serene               Desisting, though unwearied, up returnd
Govern the rest, self-knowing, and from thence           Up to the Heav'n of Heav'ns his high abode,
Magnanimous to correspond with Heav'n,                   Thence to behold this new created World
But grateful to acknowledge whence his good              Th' addition of his Empire, how it shew'd
Descends, thither with heart and voice and eyes          In prospect from his Throne, how good, how
Directed in Devotion, to adore                           faire,
And worship God Supream, who made him chief              Answering his great Idea. Up he rode
Of all his works: therefore the Omnipotent               Followd with acclamation and the sound
Eternal Father (For where is not hee                     Symphonious of ten thousand Harpes that tun'd
Present) thus to his Son audibly spake.                  Angelic harmonies: the Earth, the Aire
Let us make now Man in our image, Man                    Resounded, (thou remember'st, for thou heardst)
In our similitude, and let them rule                     The Heav'ns and all the Constellations rung,
Over the Fish and Fowle of Sea and Aire,                 The Planets in thir stations list'ning stood,
Beast of the Field, and over all the Earth,              While the bright Pomp ascended jubilant.
And every creeping thing that creeps the ground.         Open, ye everlasting Gates, they sung,
This said, he formd thee, ADAM, thee O Man               Open, ye Heav'ns, your living dores; let in
Dust of the ground, and in thy nostrils breath'd         The great Creator from his work returnd
The breath of Life; in his own Image hee                 Magnificent, his Six days work, a World;
Created thee, in the Image of God
Express, and thou becam'st a living Soul.
Male he created thee, but thy consort



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