84 POEMS OF SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Meanwhile this work affords a three-fold gain In fury of thy fierce Castalian vein; As thou for travels brookest the greatest name, So voyage on, increase, maintain the same! W. R. POEMS FROM RELIQUIE WOTTONIANE. I. A POEM WRITTEN BY SIR HENRY WOTTON IN HIS YOUTH.' (Before 1602.) FAITHLESS world, and thy most faithless part, A woman's heart! The true shop of variety, where sits And fevers of desire, and pangs of love, Why was she born to please? or I to trust Suffering her eyes to govern my despair, 66 "Rel. Wotton." Also in Davison's "Poetical Rhapsody," 1602, &c., with Wotton's initials, as an Elegy." In ed. 1621, p. 202, it has the longer title, "Of a Woman's Heart." Wrongly claimed for Rudyard in the "Poems of Pembroke and Rudyard," 1660, p. 34. A copy in MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 74, signed "H. Wotton." And fruit of time rewarded with untruth, Untrue she was; yet I believed her eyes, Till I was taught, that love was but a school Or sought she more, by triumphs of denial, How far her smiles commanded my Yield, and confess! weakness? Excuse no more thy folly; but, for cure, Blush and endure n; As well thy shame as passions that were vain And think, 'tis gain, To know that love lodged in a woman's breast, Is but a guest. H. W. II. SIR HENRY WOTTON AND SERJEANT HOSKINS RIDING ON THE WAY.1 Hoskins. ¡OBLE, lovely, virtuous creature, To enthral your servant's wits: Not for any my deserts, But because methinks it fits. "Rel. Wotton." |