26 SHAKESPEARE WHO WILL BELIEVE MY VERSE WHO will believe my verse in time to come, 5 And in fresh numbers number all your graces, II But were some child of yours alive that time, THERE IS A GARDEN THERE is a garden in her face, Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row ; 5 CAMPION Which, when her lovely laughter shows, Her eyes like angels watch them still; T. CAMPION. ROSE-CHEEKED LAURA ROSE-CHEEKED Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow From consent divinely framèd; Heaven is music, and thy beauty's Birth is heavenly. These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord, 5 IO But still moves delight, Like clear springs renewed by flowing, selves eternal. 15 T. CAMPION. A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS SEE the chariot at hand here of Love, Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And enamoured, do wish, so they might 5 That they still were to run by her side, ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright ΙΟ As love's star when it riseth! 15 Than words that soothe her; And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife. 20 JONSON Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! 29 25 30 B. JONSON. TO CELIA DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, B. JONSON. 5 ΙΟ 15 30 HERRICK TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING BID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, While I have eyes to see; Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Under that cypress tree; Or bid me die, and I will dare E'en Death, to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. HERRICK. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 |