CARELESS AND FAITHFUL To sigh-yet feel no pain, To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none; To think all other charms divine, Such as kindleth hearts that rove. To keep one sacred flame Through life, unchill'd, unmov'd; To feel that we adore With such refined excess, That though the heart would break with more, We could not live with less ; This is Love-faithful Love, Such as saints might feel above. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. COME live with me, and be my love, And we will sit upon the rocks, And I will make thee beds of roses, A gown made of the finest wool, Fair lined slippers for the cold, A belt of straw and ivy buds, The shepherd swains shall dance and sing MARLOWE. THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD'S INVITATION. IF all the world and Love were young, Time drives the flock from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb, And Age complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, But could youth last, and love still breed; Had joys no date, nor age no need; Then these delights my mind might move, To live with thee, and be thy love. RALEIGH. VIOLETS. I do love violets! They tell the history of woman's love; They shed no perfume; the flowers may remain But the rich breathing of their leaves is past. The violet breath of love is purity. LANDON. LOVE IN ABSENCE. OH! my dear peerless wife! By the blue sky and all its crowded stars |