My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming. And stops her pipe, in growth of riper days. And sweets grown common, lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I some time hold my tongue; Because I would not dull you with my Song! THE forward Violet thus did I chide, [smells, 'Sweet thief! whence didst thou steal thy sweet that If not from my Love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my Love's veins, thou hast too grossly dyed!' The Lily, I condemnèd for thy hand; And buds of Marjoram had stolen thy hair! The Roses fearfully on thorns did stand; More flowers I noted; yet I none could see, HARK! Hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings! And PHOEBUS 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs; On chaliced flowers that lies. And winking mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is! My Lady sweet, arise! Arise! arise! How should I, your True Love know By his cockle hat and staff; He is dead and gone, Lady! White his shroud as the mountain snow, JOG on! jog on the foot-path way; WHO is SILVIA? What is she, That all our Swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she! The heaven, such grace did lend her; That she might admirèd be. Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness! THE FAIRIES' SONG: You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ! Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong! Come not near our Fairy Queen! PHILOMEL, with melody, Sing, in [y]our sweet lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby! Lulla, lulla, lullaby! Never harm, Nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely Lady nigh! IST FAIRY. Weaving spiders, come not here! Worm, nor snail, do no offence! 2ND FAIRY. Hence, away! Now, all is well! One aloof, stand sentinel! SIGH no more, Ladies! sigh no more! One foot in sea, and one on shore; But let them go; And be you blithe and bonny! 6 Sing no more Ditties! Sing no mo, The fraud of men was ever so, THAT time of year, thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold; Bare ruined Quires! where, late, the sweet birds sang. In me, thou seest the twilight of such day As, after sunset, fadeth in the West; Which, by-and-by, black Night doth take away; Death's second self, that seals up all in rest! In me, thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire; Consumed with that, which it was nourished by. This, thou perceiv'st! which makes thy love more strong To love that well, which thou must leave ere long. Nor marble, nor the gilded monument Of Princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme! But you shall shine more bright in these contents, Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish Time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn; And broils root out the work of masonry; Nor MARS his sword, nor war's quick fire, shall burn The living record of your memory! 'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity; Shall you pace forth! Your praise shall still find room! Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out, to the ending Doom. So till the Judgement that yourself arise, You live in this; and dwell in Lovers' eyes! |