For oft we see a wicked peace SIREN. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see, For beauty hath created been To undo, or be undone. XXVIII. SONG. CHRISTOPHER Marlowe, 1564-1593. `OME live with me and be my love, COM And we will all the pleasures prove, Where we will sit on rising rocks, Pleased will I make thee beds of roses, A jaunty gown of finest wool, A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; If these, these pleasures can thee move, To live with me, and be my love. XXIX. THE SHEPHERD'S SONG. HILE that the sun with his beams hot WHILE ANON. Scorched 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 played 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 ; Another shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchained; Full soon your love was leapt from me, Soon came a third, your love to win, And we were out and he was in. Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. Sure you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love was past and done Two days before it was begun :Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. |