George Wither

  • Hymn and Prayer for the Use of Believers

    LORD! when those glorious lights I see
      With which thou hast adorned the skies,
    Observing how they movèd be,
      And how their splendor fills mine eyes,
    Methinks it is too large a grace,
      But that thy love...

  • From “Fair Virtue”
    SHALL I, wasting in despair,
    Die, because a woman ’s Fair?
    Or make pale my cheeks with care,
    ’Cause another’s rosy are?
    Be She fairer than the Day,
    Or the flowery meads in May!
      If She be not so to me,
      What care...

  • Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes
    Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe;
    And free access unto that sweet lip lies,
    From whence I long the rosy breath to draw.
    Methinks no wrong it were, if I should steal
    From those two melting rubies one...

  • So now is come our joyful’st feast;
      Let every man be jolly;
    Each room with ivy-leaves is drest,
      And every post with holly.
    Though some churls at our mirth repine,
    Round your foreheads garlands twine,
    Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,

  • I Loved a lass, a fair one,
    As fair as e'er was seen;
    She was indeed a rare one,
    Another Sheba Queen:
    But, fool as then I was,
    I thought she loved me too:
    But now, alas! she's left me,
    Falero, lero, loo!

    Her hair like gold did glister,