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Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn of friendship, nill I construe whether: 'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
'T may be, again to make me wander thither:
'Wander,' a word for shadows like myself, 11
As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.
Lord! how mine eyes throw gazes to the east;
My heart doth charge the watch; the morning
Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark; 18 For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night: The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty; Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight;
Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with
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,
There a nay is plac'd without remove.
One silly cross
Wrought all my loss;
All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All our love is lost, for Love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass,
For a sweet content, the cause of all my
Must live alone;
Other help for him I see that there is
Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike,
8 Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy, partial wight:
Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young nor yet un wed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,
Lest she some subtle practice smell;
O! frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle A cripple soon can find a halt:
That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength,
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say,
'Had women been so strong as men,
In faith, you had not had it then.'
And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:
The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Seek never thou to choose anew.
When time shall serve, be thou not slack
To proffer, though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think, women love to match with men
And not to live so like a saint:
Here is no heaven; they holy then
Begin when age doth them attaint.
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But, soft! enough! too much, I fear;
For if my mistress hear my song,
She will not stick to ring my ear,
To teach my tongue to be so long:
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
'Fie, fie, fie!' now would she cry;
'Tereu, Tereu!' by and by;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain,
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees they cannot hear thee,
Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee:
King Pandion he is dead,
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead,
Even so, poor bird, like thee, None alive will pity me.
Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd, Thou and I were both beguil'd.
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find:
Every man will be thy friend
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; 36
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
Bountiful they will him call,
And with such-like flattering,
'Pity but he were a king.'
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement:
But if Fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown;
They that fawn'd on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
ÆMILIUS LEPIDUS, Jul. Cæs. ARCHIBALD, EARL OF DOUG-
AGRIPPA, Ant. & Cleop.
AGRIPPA, MENENIUS, Coriol.
AGUECHEEK, SIR ANDREW,
ALARBUS, Tit. Andr.
ALBANY, DUKE OF, K. Lear.
OF WINCHESTER, 1 & 2
BEAUFORT, JOHN, EARL OF
SOMERSET, I Hen. VI.
BEAUFORT, THOMAS, DUKE
OF EXETER, I Hen. VI.
BEDFORD, DUKE OF, Hen. V,
1 Hen. VI.
BELCH, SIR TOBY, Twelfth
BENEDICK, Much Ado.
BENVOLIO, Rom. & Jul.
BERKELEY, Rich. III.
ARMADO, DON ADRIANO DE, BERKELEY, LORD, Rich. II.
Love's L. L.
ARRAGON, PRINCE OF, M. of BEROWNE, Love's L. L.
ARTEMIDORUS, Jul. Cæs.
ARTHUR, DUKE OF BRITAINE,
ALENÇON, DUKE OF, I Hen. VI. ARVIRAGUS, Cymbeline.
BERTRAM, COUNT OF ROU-
SILLON, All's Well.
BEVIS, GEORGE, 2 Hen. VI.
BIANCA, Tam. of Shrew.
BIGOT, LORD, K. John.
BIONDELLO, Tam. of Shrew.
BLANCH OF SPAIN, K. John.
BLOUNT, SIR JAMES, Kich. III.
OF, BLUNT, SIR WALTER, 1 & 2
AUDREY, As You Like It.
AUFIDIUS, TULLUS, Coriol.
AUMERLE, DUKE OF, Rich. II.
AUTOLYCUS, Winter's T.
I Hen. VI.
Tit. BALTHASAR, Rom. & Jul.
BALTHAZAR, Com. of Err.
BALTHAZAR, M. of Ven.
BALTHAZAR, Much Ado.
ANJOU, REIGNIER, DUKE OF, BAPTISTA, Tam. of Shrew.
BARDOLPH, 1 & 2 Hen. IV,
Hen. V, Merry Wives.
BARDOLPH, LORD, 2 Hen. IV.
BARNARDINE, Meas. for Meas.
BASSANIO, M. of Ven.
BASSET, I Hen. VI.
ANTIOCHUS, DAUGHTER OF, BASSIANUS, Tit. Andr.
BOLINGBROKE, 2 Hen. VI.
HENRY IV), Rich. II.
BONA, 3 Hen. VI.
BORACHIO, Much Ado.
BOTTOM, Mids. N. Dr.
BOURBON, DUKE OF, Hen. V.
BOURCHIER, CARDINAL, ARCH-
BISHOP OF CANTERBURY,
BOYET, Love's L. L.
BRAKENBURY, SIR ROBERT,