And that Thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same againe;
And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,
With love may one another entertayne !

So let us love, deare Love, lyke as we ought,
-Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

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JOHN LYLY

Cards and Kisses

UPID and my Campaspe play'd

CU

1553-1606

At cards for kisses-Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lips, the rose

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes—
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.

O Love! has she done this for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

Spring's Welcome

WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?

O'tis the ravish'd nightingale.

Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.

87.

Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note !
Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring!

ANTHONY MUNDAY

Beauty Bathing

EAUTY sat bathing by a spring,

BE

Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
To see what was forbidden :

But better memory said Fie;
So vain desire was chidden-
Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny!

Into a slumber then I fell,

And fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell,

Her feature or her fashion :

But ev❜n as babes in dreams do smile,
And sometimes fall a-weeping,

So I awaked as wise that while
As when I fell a-sleeping.

1553-1633

MY true love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one for another given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven:

1554-86

My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,

I cherish his because in me it bides:

89.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

WHO

Song

HO hath his fancy pleased
With fruits of happy sight,
Let here his eyes be raisèd
On Nature's sweetest light;
A light which doth dissever
And yet unite the eyes,
A light which, dying never,
Is cause the looker dies.

She never dies, but lasteth

In life of lover's heart;
He ever dies that wasteth

In love his chiefest part:
Thus is her life still guarded
In never-dying faith;
Thus is his death rewarded,

Since she lives in his death.

90.

Look then, and die! The pleasure
Doth answer well the pain:
Small loss of mortal treasure,

Who may immortal gain!
Immortal be her graces,
Immortal is her mind;
They, fit for heavenly places-
This, heaven in it doth bind.
But eyes these beauties see not,
Nor sense that grace descries;
Yet eyes deprived be not

From sight of her fair eyes-
Which, as of inward glory

They are the outward seal,
So may they live still sorry,
Which die not in that weal.
But who hath fancies pleased
With fruits of happy sight,
Let here his eyes be raised

On Nature's sweetest light!

Voices at the Window

WH

HO is it that, this dark night,
Underneath my window plaineth?

It is one who from thy sight
Being, ah, exiled, disdaineth
Every other vulgar light.

Why, alas, and are you be?

Be not yet those fancies changed? Dear, when you find change in me, Though from me you be estrangèd, Let my change to ruin be.

91.

THE

Well, in absence this will die :

Leave to see, and leave to wonder.
Absence sure will help, if I

Can learn how myself to sunder
From what in my heart doth lie.

But time will these thoughts remove;

Time doth work what no man knoweth.

Time doth as the subject prove :

With time still the affection groweth

In the faithful turtle-dove.

What if you new beauties see?

Will not they stir new affection?

I will think they pictures be
(Image-like, of saints' perfection)
Poorly counterfeiting thee.

But your reason's purest light

Bids you leave such minds to nourish.
Dear, do reason no such spite!
Never doth thy beauty flourish
More than in my reason's sight.

Philomela

HE Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,

While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,

Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making;

And mournfully bewailing,

Her throat in tunes expresseth

What grief her breast oppresseth,

For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing.

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