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And in their songs, methought, they thanked Nature much,
21 That by her licence all that year to love, their hap was
such, Right as they could devise to choose them feres 1
throughout : With much rejoicing to their Lord, thus flew they all about. Which when I'gan resolve, and in my head conceive, What pleasant life, what heaps of joy, these little birds
receive, And saw in what estate I, weary man, was wrought, By want of that they had at will, and I reject at nought, Lord ! how I 'gan in wrath unwisely me demean! I cursèd Love, and him defied; I thought to turn the
stream. But when I well beheld, he had me under awe, I asked mercy for my fault, that so transgress'd his law: • Thou blinded god,' quoth I, “forgive me this offence, Unwittingly I went about to malice thy pretence.' 2 Wherewith he gave a beck, and thus methought he swore: Thy sorrow ought suffice to purge thy fault, if it were
The virtue of which sound mine heart did so revive,
undone ; And all that was no more but mine expressèd mind, That fain would have some good relief, of Cupid well
assign'd. I turned home forthwith, and might perceive it well, That he aggrievèd was right sore with me for my rebel.
!! Feres : ' mates ; 'my trusty fiere,' Burns has it in Auld Langsyne.' 2 • Pretence :' intention.
My harms have ever since increased more and more, 44
COMPLAINT OF A LOVER REBUKED.
Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought,
That built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought,
Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire
Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire,
Taketh his flight, whereas 1 he lurks, and plains
lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pains; Yet from my lord shall not my foot remove : Sweet is his death, that takes his end by love.
COMPLAINT OF THE LOVER DISDAINED.
In Cyprus springs, whereas dame Venus dwelt,
A well so hot, that whoso tastes the same, Were he of stone, as thawed ice should melt,
And kindled find his breast with fixed flame; Whose moist poison dissolved hath my hate.
This creeping fire my cold limbs so oppress'd,
1. Whereas :' where.
That in the heart that harbour'd freedom late,
Endless despair long thraldom hath impress’d.
Whose chilling venom of repugnant kind,
And with the spot of change infects the mind;
DESCRIPTION AND PRAISE OF HIS LOVE
Fair Florence was sometime her 2 ancient seat.
Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat. Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast :
Her sire an earl; her dame of prince's blood. From tender years, in Britain doth she rest,
With kinges child, where she tasteth costly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen :
Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight. Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine ;
And Windsor, alas ! doth chase me from her sight. Her beauty of kind ;3 her virtues from above; Happy is he that can obtain her love !
THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF
BEAUTY.4 BRITTLE beauty, that Nature made so frail,
Whereof the gift is small, and short is the season ; 16 Another :'another well.–26 Her:' their.-3. Kind : 'nature. It is somewhat uncertain whether this poem be Surrey's ; it is also ascribed to Lord Vaux.
Flowering to-day, to-morrow apt to fail ;
Tickle1 treasure, abhorr’d of reason ; Dangerous to deal with, vain, of none avail;
Costly in keeping ; past, not worth two peason ;2 Slipper in sliding, as is an eel's tail ;
Hard to attain, once gotten, not geason ; Jewel of jeopardy, that peril doth assail ;
False and untrue, enticèd oft to treason ; Enemy to youth, that most may I bewail ;
Ah! bitter sweet, infecting as the poison, Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken ; To-day ready ripe, to-morrow all-to 4 shaken.
A COMPLAINT BY NIGHT OF THE LOVER
ALAS, so all things now do hold their peace !
Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing;
The nightès car the stars about doth bring ;
So am not I, whom love, alas ! doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing, In joy and woe, as in a doubtful case.
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring; But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
* Tickle : ' unstable, ticklish.
-2 • Peason : ' peas.-3. Geason : ' rare, or uncommon.– All-to :' altogether.
HOW EACH THING, SAVE THE LOVER, IN
SPRING REVIVETH TO PLEASURE.
WHEN Windsor walls sustain'd my wearied arm,
My hand my chin, to ease my restless head; The pleasant plot revested green with warm, ,
The blossom'd boughs, with lusty Ver yspread, The flowered meads, the wedded birds so late,
Mine eyes discover; and to my mind resort The jolly woes, the hateless, short debate,
The rakehelli life, that ʼlongs to love's disport: Wherewith, alas! the heavy charge of care
Heap'd in my breast breaks forth, against my will,
My vapour'd eyes such dreary tears distil,
A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY, HOWSOEVER
HE BE REWARDED.
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green,
Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice; Iu temperate heat, where he is felt and seen;
In presence presta of people mad or wise ; Set me in high, or yet in low degree ;
In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be;
In lusty youth, or when my hairs are gray : Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell,
In hill, or dale, or in the foaming flood; 1. Rakehell:' or rakel, careless._• Prest:' usually means ready ; here it may, perhaps, mean a press or crowd of people.