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Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,
And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.
O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee;
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour. And as goods lost are seld or never found, As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh, As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground, As broken glass no cement can redress,
So beauty, blemish'd once, for ever 's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
Venus, with Adonis o sitting by her,
Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share:
Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow
Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow. Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether : 'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, 'T may be, again to make me wander thither :
Wander, a word for shadows like myself,
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care : Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather; Youth like sunimer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is nimble, age is lame:
Youth is wild, and age is tame.
O, my love, my love is young!
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark; For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty, And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night : The night so pack’d, I post unto my pretty ; Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight:
Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow,
For why? she sigh’d, and hade me come to-morrow. Were I with ber, the night would post too soon ; But now are minutes added to the hours ; To spite me now, each minute seems a moon ; Yet not for me, shine sun to succour flowers ! Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now
borrow; Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to-morrow.
SONNETS TO SUNDRY NOTES OF MUSIC.
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!
It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
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. • Viided-faded. b This Sonnet is found in . Fidessa,' by B. Griffin, 1596. There are great variations in that copy.
* 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 ercite,
As broken glass no cement can unite." • A moon. 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
Thus art, with arms contending, was victor of the day, | Herds stand weeping,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled, Love, whose month was ever May,
All our love is lost, for love is dead. Spied a blossom passing fair,
Farewell, sweet lass, Playing in the wanton air:
Thy like ne'er was Through the velvet leaves the wind,
For a sweet content, the cause of all my rcan : All unseen, 'gan passage find;
Poor Coridon That the lover, sick to death,
Must live alone,
Other help for him I see that there is none.
Whenas thine eye bath chose the dame, Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :
And stall'd the deer that thou shonldst strike Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
Let reason rule things worthy blame, Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.
As well as fancy, partial might: Thou for whom Jove would swear
Take counsel of some wiser bead,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Lest she some subtle practice smell ;
(A cripple soon can find a halt:) My rams speed not,
But plainly say thou lov'st her well, All is amiss :
And set her person forth to sell. Love is dying,
What though her frowning brows be bent, Faith 's defying,
Her cloudy looks will calm ere night; Heart 's denying,
And then too late she will repent, Causer of this.b
That thus dissembled her delight; All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
And twice desire, ere it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength, One silly cross
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay, Wrought all my loss ;
Her feeble force will yield at length, O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
When craft hath taught her thus to say: For now I see,
“ Had women been so strong as men, Inconstancy
In faith you had not had it then."
And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend, -and chiefly there Love hath forlorn me,
Where thy desert may merit praise, Living in thrall :
By ringing in thy lady's ear: Heart is bleeding,
The strongest castle, tower, and town, All help needing,
The golden bullet beats it down. (O cruel speeding!) Fraughted with gall.
Serve always with assured trust, My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,
And in thy suit be humble, true; My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
Unless thy lady prove unjust, My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,
Press never thou :o choose anew : Plays not at all, but seems afraid ;
When time shall serve, be thou not slack With sighs so deep,
To proffer, though she put thee back. Procures d to weep,
The wiles and guiles that women work, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight.
Dissembled with an outward show, How sighs resound
The tricks and toys that in them lurk, Through heartless ground,
The cock that treads them shall not know Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
Have you not heard it said full oft, Clear wells spring not,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought? Sweet birds sing not,
Think women still to strive with men, Green plants bring not
To sin, and never for to saint: Forth; they die :
There is no heaven, hy holy then, a This beautiful little poem also occurs, with variations, in When time with age shall them attaint. Love's Labour's Lost.'
Were kisses all the joys in bed, b We have two other ancient copies of this poem--one in
One woman would another wed. · England's Helicon,' 1600; the other in a collection of Madrigals by Thomas Weelkes, 1597.
* No deal—in no degree: some deal and no deal were com- # Fancy is here used as loce, and might as poder. Sterrens mon expressions.
mischievously we should imagine, changed partial site d Bücures. The curtail dog is the nominative case to this partial tike ; and Malune adopts this reading, which saka But soft; enough,—too much I fear,
Cupid a bulldog.
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee ; Lest that my mistress hear my song;
Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee. She 'll not stick to round me i' th' ear,
King Pandion, he is dead; To teach my tongue to be so long ;
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : Yet will she blush, here be it said,
All thy fellow-birds do sing, To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
Careless of thy sorrowing.
Even so. poor bird, like thee, xv.
None alive will pity me. Live with me, and be my love,
Whilst as fickle Fortune smild, And we will all the pleasures prove
Thou and I were both beguil'd. That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery. And all the craggy mountains yields.
Words are easy like the wind; There will we sit upon the rocks,
Faithful friends are hard to find. And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
Every man will be thy friend, By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ; Melodious birds sing madrigals.
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want. There will I make thee a bed of roses,
If that one be prodigal, With a thousand fragrant posies,
Bountiful they will him call: A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
And with such-like flattering, Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
“ Pity but he were a king."
If he be addict to vice, A belt of straw and ivy buds,
Quickly him they will entice; With coral clasps and amber studs ;
If to women he be bent, And if these pleasures may thee move,
They have him at commandement; Then live with me and be my love.
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown;
They that fawnd on him before,
Use his company no more. If that the world and love were young,
He that is thy friend indeed, And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
He will help thee in thy need ; These pretty pleasures might me move
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep :
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Take, oh, take those lips away, Save the nightingale alone :
That so sweetly were forsworn, She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
And those eyes, the break of day, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
Lights that do mislead the mom : And there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
But my kisses bring again, That to hear it was great pity :
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry, Teru, Teru, by and by :
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow, That to hear her so complain,
Which thy frozen bosom bears, Scarce I could from tears refrain ;
On whose tops the pinks that grow For her griefs so lively shown,
Are of those that April wears. Made me think upon mine own.
But first set my poor heart free, Ah! thought I, thou mouru'st in vain;
Bound in those icy chains by thee." None take pity on thy pain :
# The collection entitled 'The Passionate Pilgrim,'&c., ends
with the Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music which we have • This poem is also tucompletely printed in 'England's numbered xıx. Maloue adds to the collection this exqui-ite Helicon; where it berrs tlie eignature Ignoto.
song, of which we find the first verse in Measure for Measure.'
VERSES AMONG THE ADDITIONAL POEMS TO CHESTER'S
LOVE'S MARTYR, PRINTED IN 1601.
Let the bird of loudest lay,
So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right Flaming in the phanix' sight: Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appa!I'd, That the self was not the same; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was call'd.
But thou, shrieking harbinger,
From this session interdict
Reason, in itself confounded,
a Threne-funereal song.