Still to be powder'd, still perfum'd: Though art's hid causes are not found, Give me a look, give me a face, They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. [From "Masques at Court."] BEAUTIES, have ye seen this toy, Called Love! a little boy Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruel now, and then as kind ? If he be amongst ye, say! She that will but now discover He hath of marks about him plenty, You shall know him among twenty: All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame intire, That, being shot like lightning in, Wounds the heart, but not the skin. At his sight the sun hath turned, Wings he hath, which though ye clip, He doth bear a golden bow, Still the fairest are his fuel. When his days are to be cruel, And his baths their warmest blood: Nought but wounds his hand doth season, And he hates none like to Reason. Trust him not his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet: All his practice is deceit, Every gift it is a bait : Not a kiss but poison bears, And most treason in his tears. Idle minutes are his reign; Then the straggler makes his gain, To have all childish as himself. If by these ye please to know him, And that he's Venus' run-away. UNCERTAIN AUTHORS. The Lover, deceived by his Lady's inconstancy, writeth unto her as followeth. [From "A Gorgious Gallery of gallant Inventions," 1578, 4to.] THE mist is gone that blear❜d mine eyes, I would you knew my sight is clear. Did make me think that you were white; Where precious ware is to be sold, They shall it have that giveth most. Because I press to give no gifts, And drives me off with many drifts. Is this the end of all my suit, For my good will to have a scorn? To have the chaff instead of corn? Yet had I rather leave with loss, Than serve and sue, and all in yain. The following piece was extracted from an extremely scarce miscellany called "A Handful of Pleasant Delites, con"taining sundrie new sonets and delectable histories in "divers kinds of meeter, &c. &c. by Clement Robinson "and divers others." London, printed by Richard Jhones, &c. 1584, 12mo. The tune appears to have acquired an extraordinary degree of popularity in the time of Shakspeare, (see Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii. Sc. 1, and Act v. Sc. 5,) and the ballad contains some particulars respecting female dress and manners, during the sixteenth century, which may appear curious to the poetical antiquary. A new courtly Sonet, of the Lady Greensleeves, to the new tune of " Greensleeves.” GREENSLEEVES was all my joy, And who but Lady Greensleeves. |