Bathsheba’s Song
by George Peele (1556-1596)

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me;
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning,
Make not my glad cause cause of mourning.
            Let not my beauty’s fire
            Inflame unstaid desire,
            Nor pierce any bright eye
            That wand’reth lightly.Views: 29