But promised both to recompense,— Be unto her a goodly ornament, And for short time an endless monument! JOHN LYLY. 1554-1601. SONG OF APELLES. Cupid and my Campaspè play'd The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), PAN'S SYRINX. Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed, Though now she's turn'd into a reed: A pipe that strikes Apollo dumb. When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy: SIR EDWARD DYER. 1550 ?-1607. MIND'S WEALTH. My mind to me a kingdom is : That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind : Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye,— I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all: These get with toil, they keep with fear; Such cares my mind could never bear. Content I live, this is my stay : I seek no more than may suffice, I press to bear no haughty sway; Look! what I lack my mind supplies : Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more: They are but poor, though much they have; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give ; I grudge not at another's gain; Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, A cloaked craft their store, of skill : My wealth is health and perfect ease; SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. HEART AND SOUL. O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing in me. This you hear is not my tongue Which once said what I conceived: For it was of use bereavèd, With a cruel answer stung. No! though tongue to roof be cleaved, Heart and soul do sing in me. O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing in me. Just accord all music makes : Since then truth to all minds telleth Heart and soul do sing in me. O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing in me. They that heaven have known do say That whoso this grace obtaineth, To see what fair sight there reigneth, So then since that heaven remaineth Heart and soul do sing in me. O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee In whom all joys so well agree, Heart and soul do sing in me. Sweet! think not I am at ease For because my chief part singeth : For no dumbness nor death bringeth Heart and soul do sing in me. THE MEETING. In a grove, most rich of shade, May, then young, his pied weeds showing, Astrophel with Stella sweet Did for mutual comfort meet, Him great harms had taught much care, Wept they had, alas the while! Sigh they did but now betwixt Their ears hungry of each word But, when their tongues could not speak, Love itself did silence break; Love did set his lips asunder, Thus to speak in love and wonder. Stella! sovereign of my joy, Fair triumpher of annoy! |