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  2. 1600
  3. English
  4. William Browne
“Welcome, welcome, do I sing”

    Welcome, welcome, do I sing,
    Far more welcome than the spring;
    He that parteth from you never
    Shall enjoy a spring forever.

Love, that to the voice is near,
  Breaking from your ivory pale,
Need not walk abroad to hear
  ...

Poet: William Browne
My Choice

Shall I tell you whom I love?
  Hearken then awhile to me;
And if such a woman move
  As I now shall versify,
Be assured ’t is she or none,
That I love, and love alone.

Nature did her so much right
  As she scorns the help of art....

Poet: William Browne
The Hunted Squirrel

From “Britannia’s Pastorals,” Bk. I. Song 5

THEN as a nimble squirrel from the wood,
Ranging the hedges for his filbert-food,
Sits pertly on a bough his brown nuts cracking,
And from the shell the sweet white kernel taking,
Till with their crooks and bags...

Poet: William Browne
The Sirens’ Song

From the “Inner Temple Masque”
STEER hither, steer your wingèd pines,
      All beaten mariners:
Here lie undiscovered mines,
      A prey to passengers;
Perfumes far sweeter than the best
That make the phœnix urn and nest:
      Fear not...

Poet: William Browne