SIR WALTER RALEIGH THE SILENT LOVER Passions are likened best to floods and streams; The bottom is but shallow whence they come. 5 No cause deferred, no vain-spent journey, For there Christ is the King's Attorney, 40 Who pleads for all, without degrees, And when the grand twelve-million jury Against our souls black verdicts give, To Him That made heaven and earth and sea: That, since my flesh must die so soon, And want a head to dine next noon, Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread, Set on my soul an everlasting head! Then am I ready, like a palmer fit, To tread those blest paths, which before I writ. About 1603. 1651 ? 91 성 25 THE CONCLUSION Even such is Time, that takes on trust Who in the dark and silent grave, 5 But from this earth, this grave, this dust, 1628. 1618? JOHN LYLY SONG BY APELLES Cupid and my Campaspe played He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); And then the dimple of his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes; She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love, has she done this to thee? 1581? 1584. WHAT BIRD SO SINGS, YET SO DOES WAIL What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O'tis the ravished nightingale; 5 ΙΟ "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise: Brave prick-song! Who is 't now we hear? 5 None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet; Within mine eyes he makes his nest, My kisses are his daily feast; And if I sleep, then percheth he And makes his pillow of my knee 5 ΙΟ |