12. A CONSOLATION. When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possest, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. W. SHAKESPEARE. 13. THE UNCHANGEABLE. O never say that I was false of heart, As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie; That is my home of love; if I have ranged, Never believe, though in my nature reign'd That it could so preposterously be stain'd For nothing this wide universe I call, 14. To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, Three winters cold Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,- 15. DIAPHENIA. Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly, Heigh ho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou would'st prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; Diaphenia like to all things blesséd As the birds do love the spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! H. CONSTABLE. 16. ROSALINE. Like to the clear in highest sphere Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace; Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh, Within which bounds she balm encloses Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck is like a stately tower Her paps are centres of delight, Heigh ho, would she were mine! With orient pearl, with ruby red, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Nature herself her shape admires ; Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosaline, Since for a fair there's fairer none, Nor for her virtues so divine: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline; Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine! T. LODGE. 17. COLIN. Beauty sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her; But better memory said, fie! So vain desire was chidden :- Hey nonny nonny! Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, Hey nonny nonny! THE SHEPHERD TONIE, 18. TO HIS LOVE. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, |