THE BARGAIN From Arcadia, 3d ed. My true love hath my heart, and I have his, His heart in me keeps me and him in one, My true love hath my heart, and I have his. 10 His heart his wound received from my sight; heart: For as from me on him his hurt did light, So still methought in me his hurt did smart. Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss: My true love hath my heart, and I have 1598. his. Sir Philip Sidney. 16 10 1600. BEAUTY SAT BATHING BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her; 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, So I awaked as wise that while Anthony Munday. 18 HER TRIUMPH In part from The Devil is an Ass SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And enamour'd do wish, so they might That they still were to run by her side, Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light Do but look on her hair, it is bright Do but mark, her forehead 's smoother And from her arch'd brows such a grace As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife. 10 20 Have you seen but a bright lily grow Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier, Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she! 1631. 30 Ben Jonson. 1616. TO CELIA DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not wither'd be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, 8 Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! 16 Ben Jonson. 1609? SIMPLEX MUNDITIIS From Epicane STILL to be neat, still to be drest, Still to be powder'd, still perfumed: Though art's hid causes are not found, Give me a look, give me a face, 6 They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. 12 Ben Jonson. SILVIA From Two Gentlemen of Verona WHO is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admirèd be. 5 |