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WILLIAM BROWNE

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Song
FOR her gait, if she be walking;Be she sitting, I desire herFor her stated sake; and admire herFor her wit if she be talking;  Gait and state and wit approve her;  For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend herFor a modest. Be she merry,For a kind one her prefer I.Briefly, everything doth lend her  So much grace, and so approve her,  That for everything I love her.
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Memory
SO shuts the marigold her leavesAt the departure of the sun;So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done,So sits the turtle when she is but one,And so all woe, as I since she is gone.
To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day.Which once enjoy'd, cold winter's wrath As night they sleeping pass away.Those happy creatures are, that know not yetThe pain to be deprived or to forget.
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