Sing no more ditties, sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leafy, Then sigh not so, &c. [SHAKSPEARE.] TAKE, oh take, those lips away Seals of love, but seal'd in vain! Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears; THE SILENT LOVER. [SIR WALTER RALEIGH.] WRONG RONG not, sweet mistress of my heart! The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no smart, Who sues for no compassion. Since, if my plaints were not t' approve For knowing that I sue to serve I rather choose to want relief Thus those desires that boil so high When reason cannot make them die, Yet when discretion doth bereave Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, He smarteth most that hides his smart, [BEN JONSON.] DRINK to me only with thine eyes, The thirst that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, [LORD BROOK.] AWAY with these self-loving lads, And forceth none to kiss the rod. Sweet Cupid's shafts, like destiny, What fools are they that have not known That love likes no laws but his own. My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, The worth that worthiness should move And love as well thee foster can As can the mighty nobleman. Sweet saint, 'tis true you worthy be Yet, without love, nought worth to me! [BARTON BOOTH.] SWEET are the charms of her I love, Gentle as air when zephyr blows, To sun-burnt climes, and thirsty plains. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun : Constant as gliding waters fall, Whose swelling tides obey the moon; From every other charmer free, My life and love shall follow thee. |