Sing lullabie, as women do

Suffiseth this to proove my theame withall, That every bullet hath a lighting place.

The Raynbowe bending in the skye, Bedeckte with sundrye hewes, Is lyke the seate of God on hye, And seemes to tell these newes: That as thereby he promised, To drowne the worlde no more,

Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilld with lullabie.

I thinke it not amisse to forewarne you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your verse as may be: and hereunto I might alledge many reasons: first the most auncient English wordes are of one sillable, so that the more …

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.