The Compleat Angler 



how pleasantly that meadow looks ; nay, and the earth smells as 

 sweetly too. Come, let me tell you what holy Mr. Herbert says of 

 such days and flowers as these ; and then we will thank God that we 

 njoy them, and walk to the river and sit down quietly, and try to 

 catch the other brace of trouts. 



Sweet day^ so cool^ so calrn^ so bright^ 

 The bridal of the earth and sky^ 

 Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night 

 For thou must die. 



Sweet rose^ whose hue^ angry and brave^ 

 Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye^ 

 Thy root is ever in its grave 



And thou must die. 



Sweet spring^ full of sweet days and roses, 

 A box where sweets compacted lie ; 

 My music shows you have your closes 

 And all must die. 



Only a sweet and virtuous soul. 

 Like seasoned timber^ never gives ; 

 But when the whole world turns to coal^ 

 Then chiefly lives. 



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