The day
is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the King, and the
Dukes; it is no time to discourse.
The day
is hot, and the weather, and the wars, and the King, and the
Dukes; it is no time to discourse.
Variable passions throng her constant woe,
As striving who should best become her grief;
All entertain'd, each passion labours so,
That every present sorrow seemeth chief,
But none is best: then join they all together,
Like many clouds consulting for foul weather.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
Many can brook (endure) the weather that love not the wind
You and you no cross shall part;
You and you are heart in heart;
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord;
You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories