as out of sight.

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CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.
1565-1593.

_Hero and Leander_.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.

_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love_.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds,
Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.

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SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
1552-1618.

_The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd_.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

_The Silent Lover_.

Silence in love betrays more love
Than words, though ne'er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.

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JOSHUA SYLVESTER
1563-1618.

_The Soul's Errand_[3]

Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand!
Fear not to touch the best:
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

[Note 3: Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of
"The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.]

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RICHARD BARNFIELD.

_Address to the Nightingale_.[4]

As it fell upon a day,
In the merry mouth of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.

[Note 4: This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently
assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection
of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.]

EDMUND SPENSER.
1553-1597.

_Faerie Queene_.

Book i. Canto i. St. 35.

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

Book 1. Canto iii. St. 4.

Her angels face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

That darkesome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd
No arborett with painted blossomes drest
And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Book iv. Canto ii. St.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.

_Lines on his Promised Pension_.

I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this