THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS SACRED DIANA. Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light, Praised be the dews, wherewith she moists the ground: Praised be her beams, the glory of the night, Praised be her power, by which all powers abound. 6 Praised be her nymphs, with whom she decks the woods, In heaven Queen she is among the spheres, Eternity in her oft change she bears, She beauty is, by her the fair endure. Time wears her not, she doth his chariot guide, By her the virtue of the stars down slide, 10 15 Anon. XLI TRUE GROWTH. It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make men better be; Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. XLII THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. Fair stood the wind for France Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But putting to the main, At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, And taking many a fort, In happy hour; With those that stopped his way, With all his power. 5 IO Ben Jonson. 5 ΙΟ 15 Which in his height of pride, His ransom to provide To the King sending; And turning to his men, Yet have we well begun, By fame been raisèd. ‘And for myself,' quoth he, Victor I will remain, Loss to redeem me. 20 25 3309 35 40 With the main Henry sped, Amongst his henchmen. Exeter had the rear, O Lord! how hot they were 55 They now to fight are gone, To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make, Well it thine age became, Stuck the French horses. Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, 60 65 720 75 And like true English hearts, |