When I recount love's many frights, All my griefs to this are jolly, Friends and companions, get you gone! 'Tis my desire to be alone; Ne'er well, but when my thoughts and I Do domineer in privacy. No gem, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. 'Tis my sole plague to be alone; The scene is turn'd, my joys are gone, I'll not change life with any king; More joy, than still to laugh and smile, So sweet content I feel and see. I'll change my state with any All my griefs to this are jolly, FRANCIS DAVISON, SON of the secretary of state who suffered so much from the affair of Mary Queen of Scots, published a poetical miscellany, in 1602, under the title of " A Poetical Rapsody," containing small pieces by the compiler himself, by his brother Walter, by a friend whom he calls Anomos, by Sir John Davis, the Countess of Pembroke, Sir P. Sidney, Dr. Campion, &c. A second edition appeared in 1608, a third in 1611, and a fourth in 1621. WHEN I to you of all my woes complain, That lovers true must bear, and hold their peace. Desires Government. WHERE Wit is over-rul'd by Will, What boots the cunning pilot's skill, To tell which way to shape their course, And drive them where he list perforce? An Altar and Sacrifice to Disdain, for freeing him from Love. My Muse, by thee restored to life, Looks coyly strange, Desire of change, Blind Fancy's fire, That binds Desire: All these I offer to Disdain, Strephon's Palinode. SWEET, I do not pardon crave By deserts this fault amended: May with penance be suspended. Not my will, but fate did fetch Into this unhappy error ; Which to plague, no tyrant's mind Pain can find Like my heart's self-guilty terror. Then, O then! let that suffice, Need not, need not more afflict me ; From your presence interdict me. |