What life were love, if love were free from pain? But oh that pain with pleasure matched should meet! Why did the course of nature so ordain That sugared sour must sauce the bitter sweet? Which sour from sweet might any means remove, What hap, what heaven, what life, were like to love! XXVI. THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS Before 1593.) RAISED be Diana's fair and harmless light; Praised be the dews wherewith she moists the ground; Praised be her beams, the glory of the night; Praised be her power, by which all powers abound. Praised be her nymphs, with whom she decks the woods; Praised be her knights, in whom true honour lives; 1 In "England's Helicon," 1600, Raleigh's initials were first affixed, but were obliterated by pasting over them a slip of paper with the word "Ignoto." The piece is marked "W. R." in F. Davison's catalogue of the poems contained in " 'England's Helicon," Harl. MS. 280, fol. 99. It is anonymous in the "Phonix Nest," 1593, p. 69. Praised be that force, by which she moves the floods; She beauty is; by her the fair endure. Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; By her the virtues of the stars down slide; A knowledge pure it is her worth to know: XXVII. THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE.1 (Before 1600.) Melibaus. HEPHERD, what's love, I pray thee tell? Fau. It is that fountain and that Where pleasure and repentance dwell; In "England's Helicon," 1600, with the first signature obliterated, as in No. xxvi., and ascribed to "S. W. Rawly" in F. Davison's list, Harl. MS. 280, fol. 99. It is That tolls all into heaven or hell; It is December matched with May, Hear ten months after of the play; Meli. Yet what is love, good shepherd, sain? It is a game where none doth gain; Meli. Yet, shepherd, what is love, I pray? A pretty kind of sporting fray; It is a thing will soon away; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may; Meli. Yet what is love, good shepherd, show? A thing for one, a thing for moe; And he that proves shall find it so ; anonymous in Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 1602, &c., as "The Anatomy of Love," with no distinction of dialogue, and the first line running, "Now what love, I pray thee tell?" An imperfect copy of the first and last stanzas form "the third song" in T. Heywood's "Rape of Lucrece," 1608, &c. XXVIII. AS YOU CAME FROM THE S you came from the holy land Met you not with my true love How shall I know your true love, As I went to the holy land, That have come, that have gone? She is neither white nor brown, Such a one did I meet, good sir, Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear, MS. Rawl. 85, fol. 124; signed as infra, and hence claimed for Raleigh by Dr. Bliss, Wood's "A. O.," vol. ii., p. 248, and inserted in the Oxford edition of Raleigh's "Works," vol. viii. p. 733, with the title "False Love and True Love." There is an anonymous copy in Percy's MS., vol. iii., p. 465, ed. Furnivall: and it is also in Deloney's "Garland of Goodwill," p. 111, Percy Society reprint. She hath left me here all alone, All alone, as unknown, Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own. What's the cause that she leaves you alone, Who loved you once as her own, I have loved her all my youth, Know that Love is a careless child, His desire is a dureless content, He is won with a world of despair, Of womenkind such indeed is the love, But true love is a durable fire, Never sick, never old, never dead, SR. W. R. G |