So I awaked, as wise this while Hey nonny nonny O! The Shepherd Tonie XVIII TO HIS LOVE HALL I compare thee to a summer's day? more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, XIX TO HIS LOVE WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time W I see descriptions of the fairest wights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best So all their praises are but prophecies For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. W. Shakespeare XX LOVE'S PERJURIES N a day, alack the day! ON Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, Turning mortal for thy love. W. Shakespeare F XXI A SUPPLICATION ORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet! Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet! Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved Forget not this! Sir T. Wyat O XXII TO AURORA IF thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm, And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest; Then thou wouldst melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm. O if thy pride did not our joys controul, Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine, No, I would have my share in what were thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one, W. Alexander, Earl of Sterline L XXIII TRUE LOVE ET me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error, and upon me proved, W. Shakespeare MY XXIV A DITTY Y true-love hath my heart, and I have his, My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. Sir P. Sidney XXV LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE ERE I as base as is the lowly plain, |