And mournfully bewailing, What grief her breast oppresseth For Tereus force on her chaste will prevailing. O Philomela fair, O take some gladness, But Tereus' love, on her by strong hand wroken, Wherein she suffering, all her spirits languish, Full womanlike complains her will was broken. But I, who, daily craving, Cannot have to content me, Have more cause to lament me, Since wanting is more woe than too much having O Philomela fair, O take some gladness Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth; Take, O take those lips away Bring again Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain ! W. Shakespeare XLIX LOVE'S FAREWELL Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,— Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, -Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, L IN IMAGINE PERTRANSIT HOMO Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ! Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow ! Follow her, whose light thy light depriveth! And she in heaven is placed, Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth! Follow those pure beams, whose beauty burneth, As thou still black must be Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. Follow her, while yet her glory shineth! That will dim all her light; -And this the black unhappy shade divineth. Follow still, since so thy fates ordainéd ! Till both at once do fade, The sun still proved, the shadow still disdained. T. Campion LI BLIND LOVE O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, LII Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me ! - Those lips shut up that never kindly spoke : What sight can more content a lover's mind Thar beauty seeming harmless, if not kind? My words have charm'd her, for secure she sleeps, Though guilty much of wrong done to my love; And in her slumber, see! she close-eyed weeps: Dreams often more than waking passions move. Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee: That she in peace may wake and pity me. T. Campion LIII THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS While that the sun with his beams hot Upon his pipe this song play'd he : So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, and treasure; Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love, Another Shepherd you did see Soon came a third, your love to win, Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love, Sure you have made me passing glad To choose you for my best beloved : Anon. LIV ADVICE TO A LOVER The sea hath many thousand sands, The sun hath motes as many; The sky is full of stars, and Love Believe me, that do know the elf, It is in truth a pretty toy Are oft our age's gall! Self-proof in time will make thee know He was a prophet told thee so; A prophet that, Cassandra-like, For headstrong Youth will run his race, Love's Martyr, when his heat is past, Anon. D |