ET others sing of knights and Palladins, LE In agèd accents, and untimely words! Paint shadows, in imaginary lines! Which well the reach of their high wits records : When yet the unborn shall say, "Lo, where she lies! That fortify thy name against old age; And these, thy sacred virtues must protect Against the dark, and Time's consuming rage. Though th' error of my youth, they shall discover; Suffice they show I lived, and was thy lover! SAMUEL DANIEL FROM "HYMEN'S TRIUMPH" H! I remember well (and how can I AH But evermore remember well) when first Then would we kiss, then sigh, then look; and thus In that first garden of our simpleness We spent our childhood. But when years began Το reap the fruit of knowledge, ah, how then Yet still would give me flowers, still would me show SAMUEL DANIEL DIAPHENIA 1 IAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly, Heigh-ho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; As the birds do love the spring, HENRY CONSTABLE MY Lady's presence makes the Roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. 1 Chosen by Mr. Palgrave for the first edition of his Golden Treasury, but omitted from the later editions. It is printed here because it is a little poem truly "old and plain" which "dallies with the innocence of love" in a manner rarely equalled and never surpassed. 2 Diana, or, The Excellent Conceitful Sonnets of H. C., a sonnet sequence. This is Sonnet 9. Because the sun's and her power is the same. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed. In brief: All flowers from her their virtue take ; The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers, WERE I AS BASE 1 ERE I as base as is the lowly plain, WERE And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain, Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Wheresoe'er you were, with you my Love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My Love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Wheresoe'er I am, below, or else above you, Wheresoe'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. JOSHUA SYLVESTER SONNETS FROM "IDEA" 2 SINCE, no help, come, ne more of me, INCE there's no help, come, let us kiss and part. And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, 1 This fine sonnet is usually given to Joshua Sylvester, though it does not appear in the collected edition of his works (1641). 2 This magnificent sonnet, which so strongly suggests the work of Shakespeare, is No. 61 in a sonnet sequence by Drayton called "Idea". The others here printed are Nos. 37 and 4 respectively. That thus so cleanly I myself can free! Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. MICHAEL DRAYTON DEAR! why should you command me to my rest, When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks, this time becometh lovers best! Night was ordained, together friends to keep. Which, through the day, disjoined by several flight, O thou that art so courteous else to all, Why shouldst thou, Night, abuse me only thus, Well could I wish, it would be ever day; RIGHT star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit BRIGHT A thousand nymph-like and enamoured graces, The goddesses of memory and wit, Which there in order take their several places, And leaves his mother's lap to sport him there; I hold that vile, which vulgar wit affords ; I TO HIS COY LOVE PRAY thee leave, love me no more, I but in vain that Saint adore That can, but will not save me. Was ever man thus servèd, For pleasure to be stervèd? Show me no more those snowy breasts, Clip me no more in those dear arms, In all this coil about thee ! Come, Nice Thing! let thy heart alone, I cannot live without thee. MICHAEL DRAYTON |