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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!
THE SHEPHERD'S PRAISE OF HIS
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;
'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 “ Phænix Nest,” 1593, p. 69.
Praised be that force, by which she moves the floods;
Let that Diana shine which all these gives. In heaven queen she is among the spheres ;
She mistress-like makes all things to be pure;
She beauty is; by her the fair endure.
Mortality below her orb is placed ;
In her is virtue's perfect image cast.
[S. W. R.] IGNOTO.
Fau. It is that fountain and that
It is perhaps that sauncing bell
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 ;
And this is love as I heard tell.
It is December matched with May,
Hear ten months after of the play;
And this is love as I hear say.
It is a tooth-ache, or like pain;
The lass saith no, and would full fain;
And this is love, as I hear sain.
A pretty kind of sporting fray;
Then, nymphs, take’vantage while ye may;
And this is love, as I hear say.
A prize that passeth to and fro;
And he that proves shall find it so ;
[S. W. R.] Ignoto. 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 is 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.
AS YOU CAME FROM THE
As you came from the holy land
you not with my true love
How shall I know your true love,
That have met many one,
That have come, that have gone ?
She is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair;
In the earth or the air.
Such a one did I meet, good sir,
Such an angelic face,
By her gate, by her grace.
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,
And a new way doth take, Who loved you once as her own, And her joy did you
I have loved her all my youth,
But now old, as you see: Love likes not the falling fruit
From the withered tree.
Know that Love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past;
And in faith never fast.
His desire is a dureless content,
And a trustless joy;
And is lost with a toy.
Of womenkind such indeed is the love,
Or the word love abused,
And conceits are excused.
But true love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
SR. W. R,