And wilt thou leave me thus, Neither for pain nor smart? And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! c. 1542. 1816. 18 24 Sir Thomas Wyatt. FORGET NOT YET FORGET not yet the tried intent 4 Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan 8 Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! 12 Rosalind's Madrigal Forget not! O, forget not this! Forget not then thine own approved, C. 1542. 1816. Sir Thomas Wyatt. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL From Rosalynde LOVE in my bosom like a bee Now with his wings he plays with me, Within mine eyes he makes his nest, And if I sleep, then percheth he And makes his pillow of my knee Strike I my lute, he tunes the string; 16 20 He lends me every lovely thing, Yet cruel he my heart doth sting: Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence; And bind you, when you long to play, I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in; I'll count your power not worth a pin. If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee; Spare not, but play thee! 1590. Thomas Lodge. ROSALIND'S DESCRIPTION From Rosalynde LIKE to the clear in highest sphere 18 27 36 Rosalind's Description Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud Or like the silver crimson shroud Her lips are like two budded roses Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck is like a stately tower Her paps are centres of delight, Heigh ho, would she were mine! With orient pearl, with ruby red, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: ΙΟ 20 30 Nature herself her shape admires; Since for her fair there 's fairer none, Nor for her virtues so divine: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline; Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were 40 CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses,-Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); 1584. John Lyly. 14 |