Those that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do, That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I though great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, AMARYLLIS I did woo, LORDLY gallants, tell me this: Though my safe content you weigh not, In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd, that I enjoy not? You have honours, you have wealth; I have peace, and I have health; All the day I merry make, And at night no care I take. Bound to none my fortunes be; Him I love that loveth me; For the rest a pin I care not. You are sad when others chafe, And grow merry as they laugh! WANTONS! 'tis not your sweet eyings, (All united, nor asunder) That can compass such a wonder, Or to win you love prevails, Where her moving virtues fails. Beauties! 'tis not all those features Though their best they should discover, Nor those eyes, whence beauty's lances In Love's hidden treasury, That can liking gain, where she Will the best-beloved be. For, should those, who think they may Draw love from her away, my Bring forth all their female graces, Wrap me in their close embraces, Practice all the art they may, Weep, or sing, or kiss, or pray; One poor thought of her would arm me Fools to let affection in. Vulgar wits, from reason shaken, Phil'arete to his Mistress. [From 18 stanzas.] HAIL, thou fairest of all creatures Model of all rarest features, And perfections most divine! Thrice, all hail! and blessed be Those that love and honour thee. Though a stranger to the Muses, On this glass of thy perfection * This thy picture therefore show I, Naked, unto every eye; Yet no fear of rival know I, Neither touch of jealousy ; For, the more make love to thee, I the more shall pleased be. |