Good Brother when a vacant time doth cause you hence to ryde: And that the fertyl feelds do make, you from the Cittie byde. Then cannot I once from you heare nor know I how to send: Or where to harken of your health and al this would be kend. And most of me, for why I least, of Fortunes favour fynd: No yeldyng yeare she me allowes, nor goodes hath me assind. But styll to friends I must appeale (and next our Parentes deare,) You are, and must be chiefest staffe that I shal stay on heare. Wherfore mine owne good brother graunt me when that you ar here: To se you oft and also hence, I may have knowledge wheare A messenger to harke unto, that I to you may wryte: And eke of him your answers have which would my hart delight. Receave of me, and eke accept, a simple token heare: A smell of such a Nosegay as I do for present beare. Unto a vertuous Ladye, which tyll death I honour wyll: The losse I had of service hers, I languish for it styll. Your lovyng (though lucklesse) Sister, IS. W. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN GREEK ARCHITECTURE by HERMAN MELVILLE UPON THE SAME by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE PLASTER ON THE CHIMNEY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |