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As to be heard where ear is none,

As lead to grave in marble stone,

My song may pierce her heart as soon Should we then sing, or sigh, or moan, No, no, my lute! for I have done.

The rock doth not so cruelly.
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection;
So that I am past remedy;
Whereby my lute and I have done.

Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts, thorough loves shot.
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won;
Think not he hath his vow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.

Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain,
That mak'st but game of earnest payne.
Trow not alone under the sun,
Unquit the cause thy lovers plaine,
Although my lute and I have done.

May chance thee lye withred and old,
In winter nights that are so cold,
Playning in vain unto the moon;
Thy wishes then dare not be told:
Care then who list! for I have done.

And then may chaunce thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spent,
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want, as I have done.

Now cease, my lute! this is the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And ended is that I begun;
Now is this song both sung and past:
My lute! be still, for I have done.

FROM HIS SONGS AND EPIGRAMS.

A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE COULD

LOVE.

A FACE that should content me wondrous well,
Should not be fair, but lovely to behold
With gladsome cheer, all grief for to expell;
With sober looks so would I that it should
Speak without words, such words as none can tell;
The tress also should be of crisped gold.
With wit and these, might chance I might be tied,
And knit again the knot that should not slide.

OF HIS RETURN FROM SPAIN.

FROM THE SAME.

TAGUS farewell! that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried;
With spur and sail, for I go seek the Thames,
Gainward the sun that sheweth her wealthy pride;
And to the town which Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon, doth lend her lusty side.
My king, my country, alone for whom I live,
Of mighty love for this the wings me give.

FROM HIS ODES.

AN EARNEST SUIT TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT
TO FORSAKE HIM.

AND wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay! for shame!

To save thee from the blame

Of all my grief and

grame.

And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath lov'd thee so long?
In wealth and woe among:
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?

Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus?
That hath given thee my heart,
Never for to depart,

Neither for pain nor smart,

And wilt thou leave me thus?

Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus?

And have no more pity

Of him that loveth thee;

Helas thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus ?

Say nay! say nay!

TO HIS MISTRESS.

FORGET not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant ;
My great travail so gladly spent,
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet when first began
The weary life, ye know since whan,
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet!

Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,

VOL. I.

I

The painful patience in delays,
Forget not yet!

Forget not!-Oh! forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is
The mind that never meant amiss,
Forget not yet!

Forget not then thine own approv'd,
The which so long hath thee so lov'd,
Whose steadfast faith yet never mov'd,
Forget not this!

HE LAMENTETH THAT HE HAD EVER CAUSE TO DOUBT HIS LADY'S FAITH.

DEEM as ye list upon good cause,

I may or think of this or that;
But what or why myself best knows,
Whereby I think and fear not.
But thereunto I may well think
The doubtful sentence of this clause;
I would it were not as I think;
I would I thought it were not.

For if I thought it were not so,
Though it were so, it griev'd me not;
Unto my thought it were as thô
I hearkened though I hear not.

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