I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have; 0 yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee; Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me. IX. Venus, with Adonis a sitting by her, Even thus, quoth she, the warlike god embrac'd me; X. Crabbed age and youth Age's breath is short; a This Sonnet is found in Fidessa,' by B. Griffin, 1596. There are great variations in that copy. Youth is nimble, age is lame : Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young! O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. XI. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, And as goods lost are seld or never found, So beauty, blemish'd once, for ever 's lost, XII. Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share: a In the twenty-ninth volume of the Gentleman's Magazine,' a copy of this poem is given, as from an ancient manuscript, in which there are the following variations: "And as goods lost are seld or never found, As faded gloss no rubbing will excite, Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow ; Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, XIII. Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east! While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark, For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow; a Were I with her, the night would post too soon; Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow. а А тост. The original has an hour-evidently a misprint. The emendation of moon, in the sense of month, is by Steevens, and it ought to atone for some faults of the commentator. SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC. XIV. 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 that eye could see, Her fancy fell a turning. Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight: To put in practice either, alas it was a spite Unto the silly damsel. But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain, For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain : Alas, she could not help it! Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay; For now my song is ended. XV. On a day (alack the day!), Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen, 'gan passage find; Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; My flocks feed not, Heart 's denying, Causer of this.b XVI. All my merry jigs are quite forgot, Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! Inconstancy More in women than in men remain. aThis beautiful little poem also occurs, with variations, in 'Love's Labour's Lost.' b We have two other ancient copies of this poem-one in England's Helicon,' 1600; the other in a collection of Madrigals by Thomas Weelkes, 1597. |