Sir John Davies. 1570-1626

Richard Barnfield. —— -1570.

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made.

Address to the Nightingale.[175:3]

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit

In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;

If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,

She feels it instantly on every side.[176:1]

The Immortality of the Soul.

Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been

To public feasts, where meet a public rout,—

Where they that are without would fain go in,

And they that are within would fain go out.[176:2]

Contention betwixt a Wife, etc.