TRUE LOVE. THERE is a Love-it lasts awhile, There is a Love-it ever lasts, A shape, an eye, a well-turned foot No scanty soil true love must find It roots itself upon the mind, And strikes into the soul. C. NEALE. THE SILENT LOVER. PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streames; The shallow murmur, but the deepe are dumb. So, when affections yield discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come: They that are rich in words must needs discover, They are but poor in that which makes a lover. Wrong not, sweet mistresse of my heart The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no smart Since, if my plaints were not t'approve The conquest of thy beautie, It comes not from defect of love, But fear to exceed my dutie. For, knowing that I sue to serve I rather choose to want reliefe Thus those desires that boil so high When reason cannot make them die, Yet when Discretion doth bereave Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pitty! Then wrong not, dearest to my heart! He smarteth most that hides his smart, RALEIGH. THE CAPTIVE BEE. As Julia once a slumb'ring lay, For some rich flow'r he took the lip But when he felt he suck'd from thence Hony, and in the quintessence; He drank so much he scarce cou'd stir; And thus surpris'd, (as filchers use,) But taking those rare lips of yours And told her, as (some tears did fall,) He shou'd from her full lips derive HERRICK. GOD gives us love; something to love I TENNYSON. |