Did sing at lovers' meeting: Then yea and nay was thought an oath And when it came to faith and troth Then did they talk of curds and cream, Of butter, cheese and milk; There was no speech of sunny beam Nor of the golden silk. Then for a gift a row of pins, A purse, a pair of knives, But now we have so much ado, Such choice of jewels, rings and chains, And such intolerable pains Ere one can hit on love; That if I still shall bide this life Or leave the lover's state. N. Breton 60. 61. TUR True Love URN all thy thoughts to eyes, True love will yet be free Turn darkness into day, Believe what th' envious say, Let age interpret youth: True love will yet be free Wrest every word and look, For that will still be free The Complete Lover T. Campion FOR her gait, if she be walking; For her state's sake; and admire her Gait and state and wit approve her; 62. Be she sullen, I commend her So much grace, and so approve her, His Supposed Mistress IF I freely can discover W. Browne What would please me in my lover, She should be allowed her passions, Thus, nor her delicates would cloy me, B. Jonson 63. A Lover's Question MAID, will ye love me, yea or no? Tell me the truth, and let me go. It can be no less than a sinful deed, To linger a lover that looks to speed You maids, that think yourselves as fine The Father himself, when He first made Man, Made you for his help, when the world began, Then sith God's will was even so, Love him truly: For in so doing you do but your part; Consider, Sweet, what sighs and sobs But I hope that you will some mercy show Anon. 64. Rosalind's Madrigal LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Within mine eyes he makes his nest, And if I sleep, then percheth he And makes his pillow of my knee Strike I my lute, he tunes the string; He lends me every lovely thing, Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence, And bind you, when you long to play, I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in; I'll make you fast it for your sin; I'll count your power not worth a pin. - Alas! what hereby shall I win If he gainsay me? |