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So powerful is the Beauty
That Love doth now behold,
As Love is turn'd to Duty,

That's neither blind nor bold.

Thus Beauty shows her might

To be of double kind :
In giving Love his sight,

And striking Folly blind.

THE PEDLAR'S SONG

INE knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new,

Good pennyworths,—but money can not move :

I keep a fair but for the Fair to view,—

A beggar may be liberal in love.

Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true:
The heart is true.

Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again;
My trifles come as treasures from my mind:
It is a precious jewel,— to be plain :

Sometimes in shells the orient pearls we find.—
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain !

Of me a grain.

Within this pack are pins, points, laces, gloves,
And divers toys fitting a country Fair;
But my heart, wherein duty serves and loves

Turtles and twins, courts brood, a heavenly pair.
Happy the heart that thinks of no remove !

Of no remove.

FROM MORLEY'S BALLETS AND MADRIGALS

DEFIANCE TO LOVE

HOOT, FALSE LOVE! I care not:

SHO

Spend thy shafts and spare not! Fa la la!
I fear not, I, thy might,

And less I weigh thy spite;

All naked I unarm me,—

If thou canst, now shoot and harm me!
So lightly I esteem thee

As now a child I deem thee.

Long thy bow did fear me,

Fa la la la!

While thy pomp did blear me :
But now I do perceive

Thy art is to deceive;

And every simple lover

All thy falsehood can discover.
Then weep, Love! and be sorry,
For thou hast lost thy glory.

Fa la la !

Fa la la la!

MY DAINTY DARLING

WHAT

HAT saith my Dainty Darling?
SAT now you love obtain?

Long time I sued for grace,

And grace you granted me
"When time should serve and place."

Can any fitter be?

This crystal running fountain

In his language saith - Come, love!

LARINDA false ! adieu! thy love torments me :

CLARIN

Let Thirsis have thy heart, since he contents thee.
O grief and bitter anguish !
For thee I languish :

Fain I, alas! would hide it:
O, but who can abide it?
Adieu, adieu, adieu then!

Farewell!

Leave me my death now desiring,
Thou hast, lo! thy requiring.—
So spake Philistus on his hook relying,
And sweetly fell a-dying.

Since my tears and lamenting,
False Love! bred thy contenting,
Still thus to weep for ever
These fountains shall persèver,
Till my heart, grief brim-filled,
Out, alas! be distilled.-

So spake he on his hook relying,

And sweetly fell a-dying.

FALSE DORUS

N dew of roses steeping

IN

Her lovely cheeks, Lycoris sat a-weeping

Ah, Dorus false ! thou hast my heart bereft me,
And now, unkind, hast left me.

Hear, alas, O hear me !

Ay me, ay me,

Can not my beauty move thee?

Pity then, pity me

Because I love thee!

Ay me, thou scorn'st the more I pray

And this thou dost to slay me.

thee;

Ah, do then, do, kill me and vaunt thee!
Yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.

FROM WILBYE'S MADRIGALS

DAPHNE

I

SANG sometimes my thoughts and fancies' pleasure.
Where then I list, or time served best and leisure :

While Daphne did invite me

To supper once, and drank to me to spite me.
I smiled, yet still did doubt her,

And drank where she had drunk before, to flout her.
But O, while I did eye her,

Mine eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire.

THERE

THE JEWEL

HERE is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy,
No chemic art can counterfeit :

It makes men rich in greatest poverty,

Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold,
The homely whistle to sweet music's strain :
Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent,
That much in little, all in nought,- Content.

LIPS AND ROSES

ADY! when I behold the roses sprouting,

LA

Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours, And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours, My eyes present me with a double doubting :

For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes Whether the roses be your lips or your lips be the roses.

COME, SHEPHERD SWAINS!

COME, shepherd swains that wont to hear me sing !

Now sigh and groan !

Dead is my Love, my Hope, my Joy, my Spring :
Dead, dead, and gone.

O, She that was your summers' queen,
Your days' delight,

Is gone, and will no more be seen :
O cruel spite !

Break all your pipes that wont to sound
With pleasant cheer,