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The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the moan
Of them, who in their lips love's standards bear
Where he ? (say they of me) now dare I swear He cannot love! No, no ; let him alone.
And think so still ! so Stella know my mind;
Profess indeed I do not Cupid's art : But you, fair maids, at length this true shall find,
That his right badge is but worn in the heart :
Dumb swans, not chirping pies, do lovers prove ; They love indeed, who quake to say they love.
[From the Arcadia.]
COME, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace,
With shield of proof shield me from out the
prease (a) Of those fierce darts despair doth at me throw : O make in me those civil wars to cease ! I will good tribute pay if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
(a) Press, or crowd.
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH (a) was born in Devonshire in 1552,
and executed in Old Palace Yard, on the 29th October, 1618.
THE SHEPHERD TO THE FLOWERS.
SWEET violets, Love's Paradise, that spread Your gracious odours, which you couched bear
Within your paly faces, Upon the gentle wing of some calm-breathing wind,
That plays amidst the plain !
If, by the favour of propitious stars you gain Such grace, as in my lady's bosom place to find,
Be proud to touch those places : And when her warmth your moisture forth doth
wear, Whereby her dainty parts are sweetly fed, You, honours of the flowery meads, I pray,
You pretty daughters of the earth and sun, With mild and seemly breathing straight display
My bitter sighs, that have my heart undone !
(a) The finest specimen of Raleigh's verse that remains, if it be his, is given in the Specimens of Sacred and Serious Poetry, with a biographical notice.
THE NYMPH's REPLY TO THE
* PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
If that the world and love were young,
But time drives flocks from field to fold,
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds,
But could youth last, and love still breed,
* Marlowe's song, so called.
BORN 1556-DIED 1625.
Little is known of this poet, save that he attended the university of Oxford, and studied medicine at Avignon, where he obtained a diploma. He was of the Roman Catholic faith; and when he settled in London as a medical practitioner, he gained extensive practice from the patronage of that party. It is thought he was swept away, among many other unnoticed individuals, by the plague in 1625.
Ah! wanton, will ye?
And if I sleep, then pierceth he
Ah! wanton, will ye?
Else I with roses every day
If he gainsay me ?
What if I beat the wanton boy
Spare not, but play thee.
FROM THE ROMANCE CALLED EUPHUES's
Turn I my looks unto the skies,