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And bid me write, and promis'd wished rest;
The Nymph's Reply to the [passionate] Shepherd.
If all the world and love were young,
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
But could youth last, and love still breed,
The Shepherd's description of Love.
ilclibeus. Shepherd, what's love ? I pray thee, tell!
Faust us. It is that fountain, and that well,
Mel. Yet, what is love? I prithee say!
It is December match'd with May,
Mel. Yet, what is love? good shepherd, saint!
Faust. It is a sunshine mix'd with rain;
Mel. Yet, shepherd, what is love, I pray?
Faust. It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray; It is a thing will soon away; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may!— And this is love, as I hear say.
Mel. Yet, what is love f good shepherd, show!
Faust. A thing that creeps, it cannot go,
The Silent Lover.
Passions are liken'd.best to floods and streams;
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb: So, when affections yield discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words must needs discover They are but poor in that which makes a lover.
Wrong not, sweet mistress of my heart,
The merit of true passion,
Who sues for no compassion.
Since if my plaints were not t' approve
The conquest of thy beauty,
But fear t' exceed my duty.
For, knowing that I sue to serve
A saint ofsuch perfection As all desire, but none deserve
A place in her affection;
I rather choose to want relief,
Where glory recommends the grief,
Silence in love betrays more wo
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
Then wrong not, dearest to my heart,
He smarteth most who hides his smart,
Verses found in his Bible.
E'en such is time; which takes in trust
And pays us nought but age and dust,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
And from which grave, and earth, and dust,
The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.