WHO taught thee first to sigh, 'Alas!' my heart? Love. Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint? Love. Who filled your eyes with tears of bitter smart? Love. Who gave thee grief, and made thy joys so faint? Love. Who first did paint with colours pale thy face? Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest? Above the rest in Court, who gave thee grace? Who made thee strive in honour to be best? In constant troth, to bide so firm and pure? To scorn the World, regarding but thy friends? Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love then thy choice! wherein such choice thou bind; THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION OF HIS NYMPH. WHAT Shepherd can express To whom, in this distress, From which, each throws a dart, No sweeter love I try Than in her love to die. The lily in the field, That glories in his white, Fair CYNTHIA'S silver light, With this, there is a red Exceeds the damask rose ; When PHOEBUS, from the bed In fair carnation wise, He shews in my Nymph's face, This pleasant lily white, Rev. Robert Southwell, S.F. executed. I'v TIMES GO BY TURNS. THE lopped tree, in time, may grow again! The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow! She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Not always Fall of Leaf; nor ever Spring! A chance may win, that by mischance was lost! The net that holds no great, takes little, fish! Who least, hath some! who most, hath never all! 15952 LOVE'S SERVILE LOT. LOVE, Mistress is of many minds; The Will She robbeth from the Wit, She is delightful in the rind, She shroudeth Vice in Virtue's veil; She off'reth joy, affordeth grief! A honey-shower rains from her lips! She makes thee seek; yet fear to find! In many frowns, some gliding smiles |