For oft we see a wicked peace SIREN. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see, I shall not have thee here: I must be won that cannot win, For beauty hath created been E XXVIII. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, 1564-1593. SONG. OME live with me and be my love, COME 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 ; XXIX. THE SHEPHERD'S SONG. HILE that the sun with his beams hot WH 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 So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, and treasure; Three days endured your love to me, Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, 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. |