Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Gabriel Harvey, 1552-1631: Sonnet VIII
LET them forgett their cancred peeuilhnes ;
And say to Choller fell : Thou wert our fall :
Hadst thou not boilde in fretting waywardnes,
We might haue laught at Fortunes tossing Ball.
Choler, content thy malecontented selfe :
And cleerest Humour, of right Sanguine pure,
Neately refin'd from that felonious Elfe,
With Iouiall graciousnes thy selfe enure.
If euer siluer conduictes were abroche
Of streaming Witt, and flowing Eloquence :
Yee fludds of milke, and hoony reapproche,
And bounteously poure-out your Quintessence.
Gently assemble Delicacies all,
And sweetely nectarize this bitter gall.
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