For a morning raine leave not your journey.

For a morning raine leave not your journey.

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.

And neglected his task for the flowers on the way.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!

To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Seeming genial, venial fault.

Seeming genial, venial fault.