...me, "Will wade, as this Flea's death took life from thee. THE GOOD-MORROW. R, by my troth ! what thon and I Did till we lov'd ? Were we not wean'd till then. But fuck'd on childilh pleafures Cllyly ? Orfltimbcr'd we iu the feven-flerper's den ? * Twas fo ; but...

...so much honour, when tho'u yield st to me, Will waste, as this Flea's death took life from thee. 17 THE GOOD-MORROW. I WONDER, by my troth ! what thou...we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then, But suck'd on childtsh pleasures sillily ? Or slumber'd we in the seven-sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but as all...

...day : So violent, yet long these furies bee, That though thine absence sterve mee I wish not thee. THE GOOD-MORROW. I WONDER, by my troth, what thou,...we lov'd ! Were we not wean'd till then, But suck'd on countrey pleasures childishly ? Or snorted we in the seven-sleeper's den ? Twas so ; but thus all...

...yet long these furies bee, That though thine absence sterve mee 1 wish not thee. THE OOOD-MOnr.OW. 1 WONDER, by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd ! W'ere we not wean'd till then, But suck'd on countrey pleasures childishly ? Or snorted we in the seven-sleeper's den ? Twas so ; but thus all...

...It seems to us might almost have been indited by Keats himself. It is called "The Good morrow :"— I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in...

...violent, yet long these furies bee, That though thine absense sterve mee I wish not thee. The Good Morrow. I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd! Were we notwean'd till then, But suck'd on countrey pleasures chiildishly? i Or snorted we in the seven-sleeper's...

...'-'" " --' ---' " ..»—— '^ The following virile outburst shows him exulting in hfsnrrew emotions^ THE GOOD-MORROW I wonder by my troth, what thou, and...lov'd ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den ? T'was so ; But this,...

...earth, was loved for himself alone, he surely thought he, Clarkson Fielding, was that happy man. ' I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I did till we loved ? ' The sweet strong words of the poet often came up to the mind of Fielding, and might have...

...earth, was loved for himself alone, he surely thought he, Clarkson Fielding, was that happy man. ' I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I did till we loved ? ' The sweet strong words of the poet often came up to the mind of Fielding, and might have...

...if others share with me, Farewell her, whate'er she be ! JOHN DONNE. '573— l6-)i. THE GOOD MORROW. I WONDER, by my troth, what thou and I Did till we loved ! Were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures childishly? Or snorted we in...