George Wither(11 June 1588 - 2 May 1667 / Bentworth, Hampshire)
For Anniversary Marriage-Days
- by George Wither30
Lord, living, here are we As fast united, yet As when our hands and hearts by Thee Together first were knit, And, in a thankful song, Now sing we will Thy praise, For, that Thou dost as well prolong Our loving as our days.
Together we have now Begun another year; But how much time Thou wilt allow Thou mak'st it not appear. We, therefore, do implore That live and love we may, Still so, as if but one day more Together we should stay.
Let each of other's wealth Preserve a faithful care, And of each other's joy and health, As if one soul we were. Such conscience let us make, Each other not to grieve, As if we, daily, were to take Our everlasting-leave.
The frowardness that springs From our corrupted kind, Or from those troublous outward things, Which may distract the mind, Permit Thou not, O Lord, Our constant love to shake; Or to disturb our true accord, Or make our hearts to ache.
But let these frailties prove Affection's exercize; And that discretion teach our love Which wins the noblest prize. So Time which wears away And ruins all things else Shall fix our love on Thee for aye In Whom perfection dwells.
I Loved a Lass
- by George Wither29
I loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queen: But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! Her hair like gold did glister, Each eye was like a star, She did surpass her sister, Which pass'd all others far; She would me ‘honey' call, She'd—O she'd kiss me too! But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! In summer time to Medley My love and I would go; The boatmen there stood read'ly My love and me to row. For cream there would we call, For cakes and for prunes too; But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! Her cheeks were like the cherry, Her skin was white as snow; When she was blithe and merry She angel-like did show; Her waist exceeding small, The fives did fit her shoe: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! In summer time or winter She had her heart's desire; I still did scorn to stint her From sugar, sack, or fire; The world went round about, No cares we ever knew: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo! To maidens' vows and swearing Henceforth no credit give; You may give them the hearing, But never them believe; They are as false as fair, Unconstant, frail, untrue: For mine, alas! hath left me, Falero, lero, loo!
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