Of the foure Elements.
T•…•…e Aire with sweet my sences do delight,
The Earth with flowers doth glad my heauie •…•…ie,
Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.
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- Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.
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- Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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- 1591.
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The Fire with warmth reuiues my dying spirit,
The Water cooles that is too hote and drie:
The Aire, the Earth, the Water, and the fire,
All doe me good, what can I more desire.
Oh no, the Aire infected sore I finde,
The Earth, her flowers do wither and decay:
The Fire so whote it doth inflame the minde,
And Water washeth white and all away.
The Aire, the Earth, Fire, Water, all annoy me,
How can it be but they must needes destroy me.
Sweete Aire do yet a while thy sweetnesse holde,
Earth, let thy flowers not fall away in prime:
Fire do not burne, my heart is not a colde,
Water, drie vp vntill another time,
Or Aire, or Earth, Fire, Water, heare my prayer,
Or sla•…•…e me once, Fire, Water, Earth, or Aire,
Hearke in the Aire what deadly thunder threateth,
See on the Earth how euerie flower falleth,
Oh with the Fire how euery sinewe sweateth.
Oh howe the Water my p•…•…nting heart appalleth.
The Aire, the Earth, Fire, Water, all do grieue me.
Heauens shew your power yet some way to relieue me.
This is not Aire that euerie creature feedeth,
Nor this the Earth where euerie flower groweth:
Nor this the Fire, that cole and bauen breedeth,
Nor this the Water, that both ebth and floweth.
These Elements are in a worde enclosed,
Where happie heart hath heauenly rest reposed.