And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive Good attending captain Ill : .- -Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my Love alone! Shakespeare. LXVIII. PHILOMELA'S ODE. SITTING by a river's side, That to man in life is lent. With folded arms and lips meeting, For by the breath the soul fleeteth, If love be so sweet a thing, That such happy bliss doth bring, Happy is love's sugared thrall, Who esteem your virgin blisses No such quiet to the mind, As true Love with kisses kind: But if a kiss prove unchaste, Then is true love quite disgraced. Though love be sweet, learn this of me, No sweet love but honesty. Robert Greene. LXIX. MUSIC'S DOMINION. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart, Shakespeare LXX. SONG FROM "VALENTIAN." HEAR, ye ladies that despise, Fair Calisto was a nun; Danaë, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he made to woo; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doating at the altar dies ; Ilion, in a short hour, higher He can build, and once more fire. John Fletcher. LXXI. MAY-DAY. GET up, get up for shame! the blooming morn |