From thy plenteous hand divine
Let a river run with wine:
God of youth, let this day here
Enter neither care nor fear.
215. Beauty Clear and Fair
Beauty clear and fair,
Where the air
Rather like a perfume dwells;
Where the violet and the rose
Their blue veins and blush disclose,
And come to honour nothing else:
Where to live near
And planted there
Is to live, and still live new;
Where to gain a favour is
More than light, perpetual bliss—
Make me live by serving you!
Dear, again back recall
To this light,
A stranger to himself and all!
Both the wonder and the story
Shall be yours, and eke the glory;
I am your servant, and your thrall.
216. Melancholy
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There's naught in this life sweet,
