VIII. Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded, Pluck'd in the bud and vaded in the spring! Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have; O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee; IX. Venus, with Adonis sitting by her, Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him: She told the youngling how god Mars did try her, And as he fell to her, she fell to him. Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god embrac'd me; And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms: Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god unlac'd me; And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure. X. Crabbed age and youth Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young! Age, I do defy thee; O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. XI. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, And as goods lost are seld or never found, So beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, XII. Good night, good rest. share : Ah! neither be my She bade good night, that kept my rest away; Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow; Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, XIII. Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, sorrow; For why? she sigh'd, and bade me come to morrow. Were I with her, the night would post too soon; Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow; Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to morrow. SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC. XIV. It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well as well might be. Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eye could see, Her fancy fell a turning. Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight; To put in practice either, alas. it was a spite Unto the silly damsel. But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain, For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain : Alas, she could not help it! Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady On a day (alack the day!), Love, whose month was ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air : Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; XVI. My flocks feed not, Heart's denying, Causer of this. All my merry jigs are quite forgot, All my lady's love is lost, God wot: Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see, Inconstancy More in women than in men rėmain. In black mourn I, All fears scorn I, Love hath forlorn me, Living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, Fraughted with gall. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal, My wether's bell rings doleful knell; My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd, Procures to weep, |