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Since There's No Help
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done; you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleany I myself can free;
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows.
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, Passion sleechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death ti life thou mightst him yet recover.
Michael Drayton
When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that her man betray,
What charm can sooth her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom - is to die.
Oliver Goldsmith
Light Shining Out of Darkness
God moves in a misterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
William Cowper
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