But my kisses bring again, Bring again Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain! W. SHAKESPEARE XXXVII LOVE'S FAREWELL INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, SINC Nay I have done, you get no more of me; Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! M. DRAYTON XXXVIII TO HIS LUTE MY lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow Μ With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, Or if that any hand to touch thee deign, XXXIX BLIND LOVE W. DRUMMOND O ME! what eyes hath love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight: Or if they have, where is my judgment fled If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, How can it? O how can love's eye be true, O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, W. SHAKESPEARE XL THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS WHILE that the sun with his beams hot Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain, Philon the shepherd, late forgot, Sitting beside a crystal fountain, In shadow of a green oak tree So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, and treasure; Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchainéd; Soon came a third, your love to win, Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. Sure you have made me passing glad Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best belovéd: Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. XLI ANON. A RENUNCIATION F women could be fair, and yet not fond, IF Or that their love were firm, not fickle still, To mark the choice they make, and how they change, Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, To pass the time when nothing else can please, E. VERE, EARL OF OXFORD XLII MADRIGAL LOW, blow, thou winter wind, BL Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. W. SHAKESPEARE Y XLIII MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: |