Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud

That beautifies Aurora's face,
Or like the silver crimson shroud
That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace ;
Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde !

15 Her lips are like two budded roses

Whom ranks of lilies neighbour nigh,
Within which bounds she balm enclases
Apt to entice a deity :

Heigh ho, would she were mine! 20
Her neck is like a stately tower

Where Love himself imprison'd lies,
To watch for glances every hour
From her divine and sacred eyes :
Heigh ho, for Rosalynde !

25 Her paps are centres of delight,

Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame,
Where Nature moulds the dew of light
To feed perfection with the same :

Heigh ho, would she were mine! 30
With orient pearl, with ruby red,

With marble white, with sapphire blue
Her body every way is fed,
Yet soft in touch and sweet in view :
Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde !

35 Nature herself her shape admires ;

The Gods are wounded in her sight ;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light :

Heigh ho, would she were mine! 40
Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan

The absence of fair Rosalynde,
Since for a fair there's fairer none,
Nor for her virtues so divine :
Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde ;

45 Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine !

T. LODGE.

17

COLIN

Beauty sat bathing by a spring

Where fairest shades did hide her ;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye 5

To see what was forbidden :
But better memory said, fie !
So vain desire was chidden :

Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny !

10

Into a slumber then I fell,

When fond imagination
Seem'd to see, but could not tell

Her feature or her fashion.
But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, 15

And sometimes fall a-weeping,
So I awaked, as wise this while
As when I fell a-sleeping :-

Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny !

20 THE SHEPHERD TONY.

18

TO HIS LOVE

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date :

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd : And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, un

trimm'd.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; 10 Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest :

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

W. SHAKESPEARE. 19

TO HIS LOVE
When in the chronicle of wasted time

I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme

In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ;
Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best

5
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have exprest

Evin such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring ;

10 And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,

They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

W. SHAKESPEARE.

20
LOVE'S PERJURIES
On a day, alack the day !
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air :
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen, 'gan passage find ;

That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so !

10
But, alack, my hand is sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet ;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.
Do not call it sin in me

15 That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were, And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love.

20 W. SHAKESPEARE.

21

A SUPPLICATION
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant ;
My great travail so gladly spent,

Forget not yet !

5

The weary

Forget not yet when first began

life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ;

Forget not yet

10

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,
The painful patience in delays,

Forget not yet

Forget not ! O, forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is
The mind that never meant amiss-

Forget not yet!

15

Forget not then thine own approved
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved-
Forget not this !

20
SIR T. WYATT.
22

TO AURORA
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm,

And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest ;

Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm. O if thy pride did not our joys controul,

5 What world of loving wonders should'st thou see!

For if I saw thee once transform'd in me, Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine, And if that aught mischanced thou should'st not

10 Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No, I would have my share in what were thine : And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one, This happy harmony would make them none.

W. ALEXANDER, EARL OF STERLINE.

moan

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TRUE LOVE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove :O no ! it is an ever-fixéd mark

5 That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be

taken.