And of all love's joyful flame I the bud and blossom am. Only bend thy knee to me, Thy wooing shall thy winning be! See, see the flowers that below That as bright Aurora shows; Like unto a summer shade, But now born, and now they fade. Come, come, gather then the rose, Is gladly bruised to make me wine: 1610. Giles Fletcher. 20 30 46 CHERRY-RIPE THERE is a garden in her face Those cherries fairly do enclose Her eyes like angels watch them still; 1606. 12 18 Thomas Campion. FOLLOW YOUR SAINT FOLLOW your saint, follow with accents sweet! There, wrapt in cloud of sorrow, pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love: But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, Then burst with sighing in her sight, and ne'er return again! All that I sung still to her praise did tend; Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight! 1601. 6 12 Thomas Campion. MADRIGAL From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody My Love in her attire doth show her wit, No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. 1602. Anonymous VOBISCUM EST IOPE WHEN thou must home to shades of underground, To hear the stories of thy finish'd love move; Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake: When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me! Thomas Campion. 1601. LOVE NOT ME FOR COMELY GRACE Love me not for comely grace, 6 12 1609. Keep therefore a true woman's eye, To dote upon me ever. ΙΟ Anonymous. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON IN the merry month of May, Much ado there was, God wot! He said, none was false to you. He said, he had loved her long; She said, Love should have no wrong. She said, maids must kiss no men Till they did for good and all; Thus with many a pretty oath, ΙΟ Yea and nay, and faith and troth, 20 Such as seely shepherds use |