If with a frown I am cast down, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix, I can't get free; She deceiving, I believing, What need lovers wish for more? - SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 5. THE LOVER TO HIS LUTE. My lute, awake! perform the last As to be heard where ear is none; The rock doth not so cruelly, Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain, Unquit to cause thy lovers plain, May chance thee lie withered and old And then may chance thee to repent Now cease, my lute! This is the last And ended is that we begun : Now is thy song both sung and past; - SIR THOMAS WYATT. 6. THE LOVER TO HIS LYRE. AWAKE, awake my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale And I so lowly be, Tell her such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark! how the strings awake; And though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try; Now all thy charms apply: Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye! Weak Lyre! thy virtue sure Is useless here, since thou art only found To cure, but not to wound — And she to wound, but not to cure. Too weak too wilt thou prove, My passion to remove : Physic to other ills, thou'rt nourishment to love. Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre! For thou canst never tell my humble tale In sounds that will prevail, Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire. All thy vain mirth lay by, Bid thy strings silent lie: Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die! ABRAHAM Cowley. 7. THE LOVER'S APPEAL. AND wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay! say nay! SIR THOMAS WYATT. 8. A LOST LOVE. THE tide is high, and stormy beams. Cease, boisterous wind. The west is gray Leave the dank clouds to droop, and guide Sail seaward, stately ships, and view -JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. |