Shall my foolish heart be pin'd, If she be not so to me, Shall a woman's virtues move What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Where they want of riches find, And unless that mind I see, What care I though great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, For if she be not for me, Sonnet upon a Stolen Kifs TOW gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes NOW Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe ; And free access unto that sweet lip lies, From whence I long the rosy breath to draw. A MARYLLIS I did woo, And I courted Phillis too; L ORDLY gallants, tell me this: Though my safe content you weigh not, Have you gain'd that I enjoy not? And at night no care I take. Bound to none my fortunes be; This or that man's fall I fear not; Him I love that loveth me: For the rest a pin I care not. You are sad when others chafe, H ENCE, away, thou Siren, leave me! Pish! unclasp these wanton arms! Sugar'd words can ne'er deceive me, Though thou prove a thousand charms. Fie, fie, forbear! No common snare Can ever my affection chain: Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I'm no slave to such as you be, Nor shall that soft snowy breast, Rolling eye, and lip of ruby, Ever rob me of my rest. Go, go display Thy beauty's ray To some more-soon-enamour'd swain: Those forced wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I have elsewhere vow'd a duty; Where gaudy clothes And feigned oaths may love obtain: I love her so Whose looks swear no That all thy labour will be vain. Can he prize the tainted posies Which on other's breast are worn, That may pluck the virgin roses On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train : Then stay thy tongue, Thy mermaid song Is all bestow'd on me in vain. |