33 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 Neither for pain nor smart? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay say nay! SIR T. WYATT. 34 THE NIGHTINGALE As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, 5 10 15 20 Beasts did leap and birds did sing, 5 She, poor bird, as all forlorn, 10 15 Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. -Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : R. BARNFIELD. 20 25 35 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, And let the day be time enough to mourn Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; 5 9 Never let rising Sun approve you liars To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain. S. DANIEL. 36 MADRIGAL Take, O take those lips away Bring again Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain ! W. SHAKESPEARE. 37 LOVE 5 LOVE'S FAREWELL Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,- Be it not seen in either of our brows 5 That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, 10 When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, -Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover! M. DRAYTON. 38 TO HIS LUTE My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestów. Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, 5 Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, tear; For which be silent as in woods before : 39 BLIND LOVE 10 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head 5 Love's eye is not so true as all men's: No, How can it? O how can love's eye be true, That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view: The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find! W. SHAKESPEARE. 40 THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS While that the sun with his beams hot So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ; -Three days endured your love to me, Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchainéd ; Soon came a third, your love to win, Sure you have made me passing glad To choose you for my best beloved : |