UPON HER PROTESTING THAT SHE LOVED HIM LADY! you are with beauties so enriched, Of body and of mind, As I can hardly find Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched. Whether your skin so white, so smooth, so tender, Or face so lovely fair, Or heart-ensnaring hair, Or dainty hand, or leg and foot so slender. Or whether your sharp wit and lively spirit, Or your most pleasing grace, Or speech, which doth true eloquence inherit. Most lovely all, and each of them doth move me More than words can express; But yet I must confess I love you most because you please to love me. ONLY SHE PLEASES HIM ASSION may my judgment blear, PASS Therefore sure I will not swear That others are not pleasing: And my life shall it maintain) None else yields my heart easing. Ladies I do think there be, Other some as fair as she, Though none have fairer features; But my turtle-like affection, Scorns other fairest creatures. Surely I will not deny But some others reach as high With their sweet warbling voices; But, since her notes charm'd mine ear, Even the sweetest tunes I hear To me seem rude harsh noises. A COMPARISON OME THERE ARE as fair to see too, SOM But by art and not by nature; But want beauty to their stature ; Some have wit, but want sweet favour, Only you Are most fair, tall, kind, and witty. TO CUPID LOVE! if a God thou art, Then evermore thou must If thou be just, O wherefore doth thy dart If merciful, then way Am I to pain reserved Who have thee truly served, While she that by thy power sets not a fly Then if a God thou wilt accounted be, Heal me like her, or else wound her like me! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER HE TELL ME ! - TELL me, Dearest ! what is love? SHE'Tis a lightning from above; 'Tis an arrow; 'tis a fire; 'Tis a boy they call Desire. BOTH 'Tis a grave HE Are women true? and some as you. Some are willing, some are strange, Since you men first taught to change. All shall love to love anew. Tell me more yet! Can they grieve? SHE-Yes! and sicken sore, but live, And be wiser and delay When you men are wise as they. HOLD WEDDING SONG OLD BACK thy hours, dark Night! till we have done : Young maids will curse thee if thou stealest away Stay! stay, and hide The blushes of the bride! Stay, gentle Night! and with thy darkness cover Stay, and confound her tears and her shrill cryings, But help not, though she call! FREEDOM IN LOVE NEVER MORE will I protest To love a woman, but in jest: For as they can not be true, Therefore, if I chance to meet |