England and Yesterday

<h2>A SEVENTEENTH-CENTURY SONG.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">She alone of Shepherdesses</div> <div class="verse">With her blue disdayning eyes,</div> <div class="verse">Wo’d not hark a Kyng that dresses</div> <div class="verse">All his lute in sighes:</div> <div class="verse">Yet to winne</div> <div class="verse">Katheryn,</div> <div class="verse">I elect for mine Emprise.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">None is like her, none above her,</div> <div class="verse">Who so lifts my youth in me,</div> <div class="verse">That a little more to love her</div> <div class="verse">Were to leave her free!</div> <div class="verse">But to winne</div> <div class="verse">Katheryn,</div> <div class="verse">Is mine utmost love’s degree.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Distaunce, cold, delay, and danger,</div> <div class="verse">Build the four walles of her bower;</div> <div class="verse">She’s noe Sweete for any stranger,</div> <div class="verse">She’s noe valley flower:</div> <div class="verse">And to winne</div> <div class="verse">Katheryn,</div> <div class="verse">To her height my heart can Tower!</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Uppe to Beautie’s promontory</div> <div class="verse">I will climb, nor loudlie call</div> <div class="verse">Perfect and escaping glory</div> <div class="verse">Folly, if I fall:</div> <div class="verse">Well to winne</div> <div class="verse">Katheryn!</div> <div class="verse">To be worth her is my all.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />