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And thereto hath a troth as just
As had Penelope the fair ;
As it by writing sealèd were ;
The whole effect of Nature's plaint,
The like to whom she could not paint : With wringing hands how she did cry, And what she said, I know it, I.
I know she swore with raging mind,
Her kingdom only set apart,
That could have gone so near her heart;
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise
To be the chiefest work she wrought ;
On your behalf might well be sought,
Earl of Surrey.
When first mine eyes did view and mark
Thy beauty fair for to behold,
The pleasant words that thou me told,
And when in mind I did consent
To follow thus my fancy's will,
To taste such bait, myself to spill,
What mischief more might thou devise
And him to wound in sundry wise ;
TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS.
I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
That lips could speak, had power to move thee;
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
That kisses everything it meets :
Armed with her briars, how sweetly smells
Her scent no longer with her dwells.
But scent and beauty both are gone,
When thou hast handled been a while;
And I will sigh, while some will smile,
Sir Robert Aytoun.
THE SHEPHERD'S FAREWELL.
While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorchèd the fruits in vale and mountain,
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song played he : Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. So long as I was in your sight,
I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed, Burning in flames beyond all measure :
Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three !
To whom your heart was soon enchained ;
Full soon my place he had obtained.
Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out, and he was in.
Sure you have made me passing glad
That you your mind so soon removed,
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :-
Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's desire,
Like as a huntsman after weary chace,
A VISION UPON THE FAIRY QUEEN. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, 5 All suddenly I saw The Fairy Queen: At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse. Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce, Where Homer's spright did tremble all for grief, And cursed the access of that celestial thief.
Sir Walter Raleigh.