And mournfully bewailing,

Her throat in tunes expresseth

What grief her breast oppresseth

For Tereus force on her chaste will prevailing.

O Philomela fair, O take some gladness,
That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness :
Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth ;
Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.
Alas, she hath no other cause of anguish

But Tereus' love, on her by strong hand wroken,
Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish,
Full womanlike complains her will was broken.
But I, who, daily craving,

Cannot have to content me,

Have more cause to lament me,

Since wanting is more woe than too much having.

O Philomela fair, O take some gladness

That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness:
Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;
Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.
Sir P. Sidnej

XLVIII

FRUSTRA

Take, O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn,
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

XLIX

LOVE'S FAREWELL

Since 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 would'st, when all have given him over,
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
M. Draytor

L

IN IMAGINE PERTRANSIT HOMO

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow !
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light,

Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow !

Follow her, whose light thy light depriveth!
Though here thou liv'st disgraced,

And she in heaven is placed,

Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth!

Follow those pure beams, whose beauty burneth,
That so have scorchéd thee

As thou still black must be

Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth.

Follow her, while yet her glory shineth!
There comes a luckless night
That will dim all her light;

--And this the black unhappy shade divineth.

Follow still, since so thy fates ordained !
The sun must have his shade,

Till both at once do fade,

The sun still proved, the shadow still disdainéd.

LI

T. Campion

BLIND LOVE

O 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

LII

Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me!
For who a sleeping lion dares provoke ?
It shall suffice me here to sit and see

Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke: What sight can more content a lover's mind Thar beauty seeming harmless, if not kind?

My words have charm'd her, for secure she sleeps, Though guilty much of wrong done to my love; And in her slumber, see! she close-eyed weeps :

Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee: That she in peace may wake and pity me. T. Campion

LIII

THE UNFAithful shEPHERDESS

While that the sun with his beams hot
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 removéd,
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.

LIV

ADVICE TO A LOVER

The sea hath many thousand sands,

The sun hath motes as many;

The sky is full of stars, and Love

As full of woes as any :

Believe me, that do know the elf,
And make no trial by thyself!

It is in truth a pretty toy

For babes to play withal :

But O! the honeys of our youth

Are oft our age's gall!

Self-proof in time will make thee know

He was a prophet told thee so;

A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;

For headstrong Youth will run his race,
Although his goal be grief :-

Love's Martyr, when his heat is past,
Prove's Care's Confessor at the last.

Anon.

D