But the reason for the exclusion of most of these will probably be found in the canons of lyric already laid down. The Editor's best thanks are due to Mr. E. W. Gosse, Mr. Austin Dobson, and Mr. W. J. Linton, for valuable aid and suggestions. O fingers slight! Departed right, So long, so small, so round; Goodly begone, And yet a bone Most cruel in my wound. With lilies white And roses bright Doth strain thy colour fair; B THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS NOT TO FORGET HIS STEADFAST FAITH AND TRUE INTENT. ORGET not yet the tried intent Fo Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not! Oh! forget not this, Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this! |