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Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim;
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye,
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him :

He spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood :
O Jove! quoth she, why was not I a flood ?

VII.

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle,
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty ;
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle,
Softer than wax, and yet as iron rusty:

A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.

Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
How many tales to please me hath she coin'd,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!

Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jesting

She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth ;
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out-burneth :
She fram'd the love, and yet she foil'd the framing ;
She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning.

Was this a lover, or a lecher whether ?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.

VIII.

If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the sister and the brother,
Then must the love be great twixt thee and me,
Because thou lov’st the one, and I the other.
Douland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravislı human sense :
Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such,
· As passing all conceit needs no desence.
Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound
That Phoebus' lute (the queen of music) makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
Whenas himself to singing he betakes.

One god is god of both, as poets feign.
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.

IX.

Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,

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Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,
For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild ;
Her stand she takes upon a steep up hill :
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds.
Once (quoth she) did I see a fair sweet youth

? If music and sweet poetry agree,] This poem was published in 1598, in Richard Barnfield's Encomion of Lady Pecunia, but he omitted it in 1605, when he reprinted his Encomion. Hence we may infer that it was not Barnfield's property.

8 Fair was the morn, when the fair queen of love,] The next line is wanting in both editions of The Passionate Pilgrim.

Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
ee, in my thigh (quoth she), here was the sore.
She showed hers; he saw more wounds than one,
And blushing fled, and left her all alone.

X.
Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon faded,
Pluck'd in the bud, and faded in the spring!
Bright orient pearl, alack! too timely shaded,
Fair creature, kill’d too soon by death's sharp sting!

Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,

And falls (through wind) before the fall should be.
I weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will.
And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;
For why I craved nothing of thee still :

O yes (dear friend), I pardon crave of thee ;
Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

XI.

Venus with Adonis sitting by her,9
Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him :
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
And as he fell to her, she fell to him.
Even thus (quoth she), the warlike god embrac'd me;

9 Venus with Adonis sitting by her,] This sonnet, with considerable variations, is the third in a collection of seventy-two sonnets, published in 1596, under the title of Fidessa, with the name of B. Griffin as the author : it may not belong to Shakespeare, but it is very much in his manner.

And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms;
Even thus (quoth she) the warlike god unlac'd me,
As if the boy should use like loving charms:
Even thus (quoth she) he seized on my lips,
And with her lips on his did act the seizure ;
And as she fetched breath, away he skips,
And would not take her meaning, nor her pleasure.

Ah! that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I ran away!

XII.

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 summer brave,

Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lame :
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold ;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee,
Youth, I do adore thee ;

O, my love, my love is young !
Age, I do defy thee;
O, sweet shepherd ! hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

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XIII.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly ;
A flower that dies, when first it gins to bud ;
A brittle glass, that 's broken presently:

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As faded 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 lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.

XIV.

Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share :
She bade good night, that kept my rest away ;
And daff'd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.

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,
As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.

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