« PreviousContinue »
Follow her, while yet her glory shineth !
There comes a luckless night
The sun must have his shade,
Till both at once do fade,-
O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight : Or if they have, where is my judgment fied That censures falsely what they see aright ? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, 'What means the world to say it is not so ? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love's eye is not so true as all men's: No, How can it? O how can love's eye be true, That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view : The sun itself sees not till heaven clears, O cunning Love ! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find !
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me !
For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ?
Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke :
My words have charm'd her, for secure she sleeps,
Though guilty much of wrong done to my love; And in her slumber, see ! she close-eyed weeps :
Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee : That she in peace may wake and pity me.
THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song play'd he:
-Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three !
Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out and he was in.
Sure you have made me passing glad
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
ADVICE TO A LOVER
The sea hath many thousand sands,
A RENUNCIATION Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white,
For all those rosy ornaments in thee,–
Nor fair, nor sweet-unless thou pity me !
My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine : Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,
I'll not be wrapp'd up in those arms of thine : -Now show it, if thou be a woman rightEmbrace and kiss and love me in despite !
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
As friend remember'd not.
Then, heigh ho! the holly !
A SWEET LULLABY
Come little babe, come silly soul,
Sing Lullaby and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harın,
Why dost thou weep? why dost thou wail ?
And knowest not yet what thou dost ail. Come little wretch, ah silly heart, Mine only joy, what can I more? If there be any wrong thy smart That may the destinies implore :
'Twas I, I say, against my will,
I wail the time, but be thou still.
But come to mother, babe, and play,
For father false is filed away:
If any ask thy mother's name,
Tell how by love she purchased blame.