X. Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,* *Faded. Pluck'd in the bud, and vaded in the spring! I Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree, And falls, through wind, before the fall should be. weep for thee, and yet no cause I have; O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee, XI. 140 Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her And as he fell to her, so fell she to him. 'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god embraced me,' And then she clipp'd* Adonis in her arms; 'Even thus,' quoth she, 'the warlike god unlaced me,' *Embraced. 150 As if the boy should use like loving charms; XII. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; 161 Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, XIII. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, *Fadeth. 171 And as goods lost are seld* or never found, *Seldom. So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost. 180 XIV. Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share: * Put me off. 'Farewell,' quoth she, 'and come again to morrow: Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, 'T may be, again to make me wander thither: XV. Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! Doth cite* each moving sense from idle rest. *Urge. Not daring trust the office of mine eyes, While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, sorrow; 201 For why, she sigh'd and bade me come to morrow. Were I with her, the night would post too soon; To spite me now, each minute seems a moon; Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to morrow. 210 SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC. [XVI.] 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 fair'st 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, 220 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 gay; For now my song is ended. XVII. On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month was ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: 230 Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath, 'Air,' quoth he, 'thy cheeks may blow; Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn: 240 Thou for whom Jove would swear [xvIII.] My flocks feed not, All is amiss: Heart's renying, Causer of this. 250 All my merry jigs are quite forgot, Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see Inconstancy More in women than in men remain. In black mourn I, All fears scorn I, Heart is bleeding, O cruel speeding, Fraughted with gall. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal; My wether's bell rings doleful knell; 260 270 My curtail* dog, that wont to have play'd, *Cur. Plays not at all, but seems afraid; My sighs so deep Procure to weep, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound Through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight! Clear wells spring not, Sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not Forth their dye; Herds stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping, Nymphs back peeping Fearfully: All our pleasure known to us poor swains, 280 290 |