Quotes from bayly thomas haynes ii

Oh no! we never mention her, Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.

My love is now full grown, The infant at its birth Could never know, I own One quarter of your worth: But having learnt to bless Your virtues o'er and o'er, I can never love you less, I can never love you more!

My sadness will but make thee weep; Thou'lt win no smile from me; So young a plant 'twere sin to keep Beneath woe's poison tree.

And secret sin must ever share The secret misery.

Never, my child, forget to pray, Whate'er the business of the day. If happy dreams have bless'd thy sleep, If startling fears have made thee weep, With holy thoughts begin the day; And ne'er, my child, forget to pray.

Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!

Fill pleasure's bowl at Lethe's stream, And I'll be gay at last; The draught that makes the future bright, Must drown the dreary past.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

It was a dream of perfect bliss Too beautiful to last; I seemed to welcome back again The bright days of the past. I was a boy--my mimic ship Sail'd down the village stream, And I was gay and innocent-- But, ah! it was a dream.

And faith will take her holy flight, To realms beyond the tomb; They will not madly mourn the blight, Who knows how frail the bloom.