Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best So all their praises are but prophecies For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. W. Shakespeare XX LOVE'S PERJURIES N a day, alack the day! ON Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air : Through the velvet leaves the wind Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow, alack, for youth unmeet; That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Turning mortal for thy love. W. Shakespeare F XXI A SUPPLICATION `ORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved Forget not this! Sir T. Wyat XXII TO AURORA IF thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm, And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest; Then thou wouldst melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm. O if thy pride did not our joys controul, Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine, And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one, W. Alexander, Earl of Sterline XXIII TRUE LOVE ET me not to the marriage of true minds Which alters when it alteration finds, O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error, and upon me proved, W. Shakespeare MY XXIV A DITTY Y true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one to the other given : I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, I cherish his because in me it bides : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. Sir P. Sidney XXV LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE VERE I as base as is the lowly plain, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Were I as high as heaven above the plain, Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, XXVI 7. Sylvester CARPE DIEM MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love 's coming Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 't is not hereafter; In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. W. Shakespeare |