It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies Let us all ring fancy's knell ; I'll begin it, -Ding, dong, bell. — Ding, dong, bell. W. Shakespeare C LI CUPID AND CAMPASPE UPID and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid: Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); O Love! has she done this to thee? LII PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I 'll borrow; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow Wake from thy nest, Robin-red-breast, Give my fair Love good-morrow! T. Heywood C LIII PROTHALAMION 'ALM was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play — A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair; Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes' court, and expectation vain Of idle hopes, which still do fly away Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames; And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems Fit to deck maidens' bowers, And crown their paramours Against the bridal day, which is not long : Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. There in a meadow by the river's side And each one had a little wicker basket In which they gather'd flowers to fill their flasket, The tender stalks on high. Of every sort which in that meadow grew To deck their bridegrooms' posies Against the bridal day, which was not long : Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. With that I saw two swans of goodly hue The snow which doth the top of Pindus strow Did never whiter show, Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be Yet Leda was (they say) as white as he, That even the gentle stream, the which them bare, That shone as Heaven's light Against their bridal day, which was not long; Eftsoons the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill, As they came floating on the crystal flood; Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair To be begot of any earthly seed, But rather angels, or of angels' breed ; Yet were they bred of summer's heat, they say, So fresh they seem'd as day, Even as their bridal day, which was not long : Then forth they all out of their baskets drew That like old Peneus' waters they did seem When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Two of those nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd; Prepared against that day, Against their bridal day, which was not long : 'Ye gentle birds! the world's fair ornament, And let fair Venus, that is queen of love, Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord, Which may your foes confound, And make your joys redound Upon your bridal day, which is not long: Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song.' So ended she; and all the rest around |