XL

THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS

HILE that the sun with his beams hot

W store feat 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.

XLI

A RENUNCIATION

F women could be fair, and yet not fond,

still,

I would not marvel that they make men bond
By service long to purchase their good-will;
But when I see how frail those creatures are,
I muse that men forget themselves so far.

To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan;
Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man ;
Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist,
And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list?

Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,

Το

pass the time when nothing else can please,
And train them to our lure with subtle oath,
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease;
And then we say when we their fancy try,
To play with fools, O what a fool was I !

E. Vere, Earl of Oxford

XLII

BLOW, thou winter

LOW, blow, thou winter wind,

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen.
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :

Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

XLIII

W. Shakespeare

MADRIGAL

Y thoughts hold mortal strife;

MY

I do detest my life,

And with lamenting cries

Peace to my soul to bring

Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize :

Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprize, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.

W. Drummond

XLIV

DIRGE OF LOVE

'OME away, come away, Death,

COME

And in sad cypres let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!

My part of death no one so true
Did share it.

On

Not a flower, not a flower sweet

my

black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O where

Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.

W. Shakespeare

XLV

FIDELE

FEAR no more the heat o' the sun

Nor the furious winter's rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash

Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;

Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:

All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

W. Shakespeare

XLVI

A SEA DIRGE.

ULL fathom five thy father lies:

Ff his bones are coral made ;

Those are pearls that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade,

Bat doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange;
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
Hark! now I hear them, —

Ding, dong, Bell.

W. Shakespeare