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SAMUEL DANIEL

VII

Let others sing of Knights and Paladines In aged accents and untimely words, Paint shadows in imaginary lines, Which well the reach of their high wit records: But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes Authentic shall my verse in time to come; When yet th' unborn shall say, Lo, where she lies* W hose beauty made him sfeak y that else was dumb! These are the arcs, the trophies I erect, That fortify thy name against old age; And these thy sacred virtues must protect Against the Dark, and Time's consuming rage. Though th' error of my youth in them appear, Suffice, they show I lived, and loved thee dear.

MARK ALEXANDER BOYD If;63 _ l6oi 124 Sonet

FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin, Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;

Like til a leaf that fall is from a tree, Or til a reed ourblawin with the win. Twa gods guides me. the ane of tham is blin,

Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;

The next a wife ingenrit of the sea, And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin. Unhappy is the man for evermair

That tills the sand and sawis in the air;

But twice unhappier is he, I lairn, That feidis in his hairt a mad desire, And follows on a woman throw the fire,

Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.

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