The Farewell. [The following poem has been given as written by SIR WALTER Ralegh, the night before his execution; but it had already appeared in " Davison's "Rhapsody," in 1608f; and is also to be found in a MS. collection of Poems in the British Museum, which has the date of 1596.] Go, soul, the body's guest, The truth shall be thy warrant. f It is printed by." Davison" with many variations. Go, since I needs must die, Go, tell the court it glows, Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honour how it alters; Tell wit how much it wrangles Tell physic of her boldness; Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Tell arts they have no soundness, Tell schools they want profoundness, If arts and schools reply, Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing; Because to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing: Stab at thee, he that will, If court and church reply, Give court and church the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting, but O their actions! Not lov'd, unless they give; Tell men of high condition, Then give them all the lie. Tell those that brave it most, They beg for more by spending; Who in their greatest cost Seek nothing but commending. Tell zeal it lacks devotion; Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honour how it alters; Tell beauty that it blasteth; Tell favour that she falters: And as they do reply, Give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness: And if they do reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell physic of her boldness; Tell charity of coldness; Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell justice of delay : And if they do reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming; Tell schools they lack profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; Tell manhood, shakes off pity; Tell virtue, least preferreth. And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So, when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing; Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing No stab the soul can kill! On the Snuff of a Candle. The night before he died. COWARDS fear to die; but courage stout, Sir Walter Ralegh the night before his death. [In some copies thus entitled; "Verses said to have been found in his Bible "in the Gate-house at Westminster;" archbishop Sancroft, who has transcribed the lines, calls them his "Epitaph made by himself, and given to one of his the night before his suffering."] EVEN such is time, that takes on trust The Lord shall raise me up, I trust! |