XXXVII LOVE'S FAREWELL INCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part,— SIN 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, Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! M. Drayton M XXXVIII TO HIS LUTE Y lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above, Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, Or if that any hand to touch thee deign, W. Drummond. XXXIX BLIND LOVE ME! what eyes hath love put in my head Or if they have, where is my judgment fled If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, How can it! O how can love's eye be true, O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, XL THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS W HILE 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; Three days endured your love to me, Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchained; Soon came a third, your love to win, Sure you have made me passing glad To choose you for my best beloved: Anon. I' XLI A RENUNCIATION F women could be fair, and yet not fond, Or that their love were firm, not fickle still, To mark the choice they make, and how they change, These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, Το E. Vere, Earl of Oxford XLII LOW, blow, thou winter wind, BLOW, As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen. 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 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. W. Shakespeare Y XLIII MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife ; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: But he, grim grinning King, |