Save of them all the Sun doth stray least from the straight: The starry sky hath but one course, that we have call'd the eight. And all these movings eight are meant from west to east; Although they seem to climb aloft, I say from east to west. But that is but by force of their first moving sky, In twice twelve hours from east to east, that carrieth them by and by: But mark we well also, these movings of these seven Be not above the axletree of the first moving heaven. For they have their two poles directly the one to the other,' &c. SONGS AND EPIGRAMS. A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, With right good grace, so would I that it should With wit, and these perchance I might be tried, And knit again with knot, that should not slide. WHY LOVE IS BLIND. Or purpose Love chose first for to be blind, THE LOVER BLAMETH HIS INSTANT DESIRE. DESIRE, alas, my master and my foe, So sore alter'd thyself, how mayst thou see? For where by thee I doubted to have blame, AGAINST HOARDERS OF MONEY. FOR shamefast harm of great and hateful need, He that had hid the gold, and found it not, DESCRIPTION OF A GUN. VULCAN begat me, Minerva me taught, Nature my mother, craft nourish'd me year by year; Three bodies are my food, my strength is in nought, Anger, wrath, waste, and noise are my children dear; Guess, friend, what I am, and how I am wrought, Monster of sea, or of land, or of elsewhere: Know me, and use me, and I may thee defend, And if I be thine enemy, I may thy life end. OF THE MOTHER THAT EAT HER CHILD AT THE SIEGE OF JERUSALEM. IN doubtful breast whilst motherly pity Return thy blood where thou hadst milk of late; TO HIS LOVE WHOM HE HAD KISSED AGAINST HER WILL. ALAS, Madam, for stealing of a kiss, Have I so much your mind therein offended? Or have I done so grievously amiss, That by no means it may not be amended? For to my mouth the first my heart did suck; OF THE JEALOUS MAN THAT LOVED THE SAME WOMAN, AND ESPIED THIS OTHER SITTING WITH HER. THE wand'ring gadling in the summer tide, As jealous despite did, though there were no boot, That of my health is very crop and root. It pleased me then to have so fair a grace, To sting the heart, that would have had my place. TO HIS LOVE FROM WHOM HE HAD HER GLOVES. WHAT needs these threatening words and wasted wind? All this cannot make me restore my prey. To rob your goods, I wis is not my mind, |