The nimble dactyls, striving to outgo UNCERTAIN AUTHORS. The Lover deceived by his Lady's inconstancy, writeth as followeth. [From a Gorgeous Gallery of gallant Inventions,” 1578.] THE mist is gone that blear❜d mine eyes, I would you knew my sight is clear. Where precious ware is to be sold, Because I press to give no gifts, And drives me off with many drifts. Is this the end of all my suit, For my good will to have a scorn? Is this of all my pains the fruit, To have the chaff instead of corn? Let them that list possess such dross; For I deserve a better gain: Yet had I rather leave with loss, Than serve and sue, and all in vain. A WARNING FOR WOOERS. [From a Handful of Pleasant Delites," 1584.] Where Cupid's fort hath made a way, There grave advice doth bear no sway. Where love doth reign and rule the roast There reason is exiled the coast. Like all; love none; Except ye use discretion: First try, then trust; Be not deceived with sinful lust. Some love for wealth, and some for hue, And none of both these loves are true. For when the mill hath lost her sails, Then must the miller lose his vails. Of grass comes hay, And flowers fair will soon decay; Of ripe comes rotten, In age all beauty is forgotten. Some love too high and some too low; Lest that a chip fall in thine eye; But, high or low, Ye may be sure she is a shrew. But sirs, I use to tell no tales; Each fish that swims doth not bear scales. In every hedge I find not thorns; That every woman causeth woe; That were too broad: Who loves not venom must shun the toad. Who useth still the truth to tell May blamed be, though he say well. Thousands were good; But few scaped drowning in Noah's flood. Most are well bent; I must say so, lest I be shent. [From Byrd's Sonnets and Pastorals, 1588.] WHAT pleasures have great princes In quiet life rejoice; And fortune's favours scorning, Sing sweet in summer morning. All day their flocks each tendeth, Where gold and pearl are plenty, But getting very dainty. For lawyers and their pleading, They think that honest meaning |