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©! what excuse will my poor beast then sind,
"When swift extremity can seem but flow?
Then should I spur tho' mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion I shall know.
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace,
Therefore desire (of persect love being made) .
Shall neigh no dull flesh in hi6 siery race,
But.love for love thus shall excuse my jade.
Since from thee going, he went wilsul flow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
.Ihve Faithful Friends.
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight:
Mine eye, my heart their pictures sight would bar,
My heart, mine eye the freedom os that right:
My heart doth plead, that thou in him dost lie;
(A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes)
But the desendant doth that plea deny,
And fays, in him their fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title, is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart.;
And by their verdict is determined
The dear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part,
As thus; mine eyes due is their outward part,
And my heart's right, their inward love of heart.
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
"When that mine eye is fair.ists'd for a lnok,
Or heart in love-with sighs himself doth smother:
With my love's pictuie then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart.
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by the picture of my love,
Thyself away, are present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And 1 am still with them, and they with thee.
Or if they fleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes delight.
How caresul was I, when I took my way
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust;
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of fal shood, in sure wards of trust?
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief:
"Thou best ot dearest, and mine only care,
Are left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not loek'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not; tho' I seel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my "breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and parts
And even thence thou wilt be stoln, I sear;
For truth proves thievish for a prize fo dear.
Against that time (if ever that time come)
When I shall see thee frown on my desects;
Whenas thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects:
Against that time, when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye;
"When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reafons sind of settled gravity:
Against that time, do I insconce me here,
"Within the knowledge of mine own desert;
And this my hand against myself up-rear,
To guard the lawsul reafons on thy part;
To leave poor me, thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love, I can alledge no -cause.
It was a lording's daughter
The fairest one of three,'
That liked of her master, as well as well might be:
Till looking on an Englishman,
The fairest eye could see,
Her fancy sell a turning.
Long was the combat doubtsul,
That love with love did sight:
To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight 5
To put in practice either,
Alas! it was a spite.
Unto the silly damsel.
But one must be resused,
More mickle was the pain;
That nothing could be used, to turn them both to
For of the two the trusty knight [gain;
Was wounded with disdain,
Alas! she could not help it.
Thus art with arms contending*
Was victor of the day;
'. . G. ..
Which by a gilt of learning did bear the maid away.
Then, lullaby, the learned man
Hath got the lady gay:
For now my fong is ended.
On a day (alack the day !)
Love, whose moi-th was ever May,
Spy'd a bloflom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air.
Thro' the velvet leaves the wind,
AU unseen, 'gan passage sind,
That the lovei ifick to death)
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Air (quoth he) thy checks may blow:;
Air! would I might triumph fo!
But (alas !) my hand hath sworn
Ne'er to pluck thee from thy tbionc;
Vow, (alack !) for youth unmeet
Youth, fo apt to pluck a sweet;
Thou, for whom ev'n Jove. would swear
Juno but. an Æthiop were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
.Love's Labour loft.
My flocks feed not, «iy ewes breed-not*
My rams speed not; all is amiss:
Love is dying, faith's desying,
Heart's denying, causer of this.
All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
All my lady's love is lost (God wot)
Where her faith was sirmly sik'din love,
There a nay is plac'd, without remove.
One silly cross wrought all my loss;
O! frowning fortune, cursed sickle dame!
"For now I see inconstancy
More in women than in men-remain.
In black mourn I, all sears scom'I,
Love hath forlorn me living in thrall;
Heart is bleeding, all help needing;
O! cruel speeding, fratighted'-with gall!
Myshepherd's pipe can fourrd no <leal
My weather's bell rings dolesul knell;
My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,
'Plays not at all, but seems afraid.
With sighs fo deep, procures to weep
In howling wife, to see my dolesul plight •,
How sighs resound thro' heartless ground,
Like a thoufand vanquished men in bloody sight
Clear wells spring not, sweet birds sing not,
-Green plants bring not forth their dye;
Herds stand weeping, flocks all fleeping,
Nymphs black peeping searfully.
AU our pleasure" known to" us poor swains
All our merry-meetings on the plains;
AU our evening sport from us is fled;
All our love is lost, for love is dead.
Farewel, sweet love, thy like ne'er was,
For a sweet content, the cause of aU my woe;
Poor Coridon must live alone,
Other help for him, I see, that there is- nms.