Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace; Her lips are like two budded roses Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck is like a stately tower Her paps are centres of delight, Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, With orient pearl, with ruby red, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde ! Nature herself her shape admires ; Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan Since for a fair there's fairer none, Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde ; 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; Into a slumber then I fell, Seem'd to see, but could not tell But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, So I awaked, as wise this while As when I fell a-sleeping : Hey nonny nonny O! Hey nonny nonny! THE SHEPHERD TONY. 18 15 20 TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5 And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'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, 19 TO HIS LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, So all their praises are but prophecies 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, Through the velvet leaves the wind, 5 10 5 That the lover, sick to death, 10 Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee: Thou for whom Jove would swear And deny himself for Jove, Turning mortal for thy love. W. SHAKESPEARE. 21 A SUPPLICATION Forget not yet the tried intent Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not yet Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not yet! 15 20 5 10 15 Forget not then thine own approved 22 TO AURORA SIR T. WYATT. 20 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 moan 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. 23 TRUE LOVE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Or bends with the remover to remove :-- O no! it is an ever-fixéd mark That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, 5 Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. |