So powerful is the Beauty That's neither blind nor bold. Thus Beauty shows her might To be of double kind : In giving Love his sight, And striking Folly blind. THE PEDLAR'S SONG INE knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new, FINE Good pennyworths,— but money can not move : I keep a fair but for the Fair to view,— A beggar may be liberal in love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true : Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; Sometimes in shells the orient pearls we find.— Of me a grain. Within this pack are pins, points, laces, gloves, Turtles and twins, courts brood, a heavenly pair. Of no remove. FROM MORLEY'S BALLETS AND MADRIGALS DEFIANCE TO LOVE SHOOT, FALSE LOVE! I care not: Spend thy shafts and spare not ! Fa la la ! And less I weigh thy spite; All naked I unarm me,— If thou canst, now shoot and harm me! So lightly I esteem thee As now a child I deem thee. Long thy bow did fear me, Fa la la la! While thy pomp did blear me : Fa la la ! But now I do perceive Thy art is to deceive; And every simple lover All thy falsehood can discover. For thou hast lost thy glory. Fa la la la! MY DAINTY DARLING WHAT HAT saith my Dainty Darling? And grace you granted me "When time should serve and place." Can any fitter be? This crystal running fountain This bank soft lying yields, And saith - Nice fools! be bold. Fa la la la! FALSE CLARINDA PHILISTUS' FAREWELL C LARINDA false ! adieu! thy love torments me : Let Thirsis have thy heart, since he contents thee. Fain I, alas! would hide it: Farewell! Leave me my death now desiring, Since my tears and lamenting, So spake he on his hook relying, And sweetly fell a-dying. I FALSE DORUS N dew of roses steeping IN Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris sat a-weeping :- Ay me, ay me, Can not my beauty move thee? Pity then, pity me Because I love thee! Ay me, thou scorn'st the more I pray thee; Ah, do then, do, kill me and vaunt thee ! FROM WILBYE'S MADRIGALS DAPHNE SANG sometimes my thoughts and fancies' pleasure. Where then I list, or time served best and leisure : While Daphne did invite me To supper once, and drank to me to spite me. And drank where she had drunk before, to flout her. Mine eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire. THER THE JEWEL ~HERE is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy, No chemic art can counterfeit : It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold, LIPS AND ROSES LADY! when I behold the roses sprouting, Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours, And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours, My eyes present me with a double doubting : For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes Whether the roses be your lips or your lips be the roses. COME, SHEPHERD SWAINS! OME, shepherd swains that wont to hear me COME, Now sigh and groan ! sing! Dead is my Love, my Hope, my Joy, my Spring : O, She that was your summers' queen, Your days' delight, Is gone, and will no more be seen : Break all your pipes that wont to sound |