XXXV

ARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night,

CARE f darkness born,

Relieve my languish, and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care return.

And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth :
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night's untruth..

Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passions of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:

Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,
And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

S. Daniel

XXXVI

MADRIGAL

AKE, O take those lips away

And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Bring again

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,

Seal'd in vain !

W. Shakespeare

S

XXXVII

LOVE'S FAREWELL

INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,— Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ;

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.

Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,

-Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!

M. Drayton

XXXVIII

TO HIS LUTE

Y lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow

When immelodious winds but made thee move,
And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.

Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow,

Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above,
What art thou but a harbinger of woe?

Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more,
But orphans' wailings to the fainting ear;

Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear;
For which be silent as in woods before :

Or if that any hand to touch thee deign,
Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain.

W. Drummond.

XXXIX

BLIND LOVE

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
That censures falsely what they see aright?

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's: No,

How can it! O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with watching and with tears?
No marvel then though I mistake my view :
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find! W. Shakespeare

XL

THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS

HILE that the sun with his beams hot

WHILE

Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain,

Philon the shepherd, late forgot,

Sitting beside a crystal fountain,

In shadow of a green oak-tree

Upon his pipe this song play'd he: Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames beyond all measure :

Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three !

Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Another Shepherd you did see

To whom your heart was soon enchained;
Full soon your love was leapt from me,
Full soon my place he had obtained.

Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out and he was in.
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Sure

you

have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best beloved :

For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :
:-
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Anon.

XLI

A RENUNCIATION

F women could be fair, and yet not fond,

IF women cour love fair, am y tot of hole still,

I would not marvel that they make men bond
By service long to purchase their good-will;
But when I see how frail those creatures are,
I muse that men forget themselves so far.

To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan;
Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man ;
Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist,
And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list?

Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can please,
And train them to our lure with subtle oath,
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease;
And then we say when we their fancy try,
To play with fools, O what a fool was I !
E. Vere, Earl of Oxford