Enforced by Love, and that effectual fire My faith, my fear, that springs from your desarts: To write in brief a legend in a line, My heart hath vowed to draw his life from yours; My looks have made a sun of your sweet eyne, My soul doth draw his essence from your powers: And what I am, in fortune or in love, All those have sworn to serve for your behove. My senses seek their comforts from your sweet; Else all will cease to live and pen to write. T. Lodge 59. Olden Love-Making IN time of yore when shepherds dwelt And simple people never felt The pain of lover's mocks; "Twixt Susan and her sweeting, And all the dainty nightingales Did sing at lovers' meeting: Then yea and nay was thought an oath 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. True Love TURN all thy thoughts to eyes, Change all thy friends to spies 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, B. Jonson 63. A Lover's Question AID, will ye love me, yea or no? MAID, Tell me the truth, and let me go. 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, Why should you disdain your lover tho? 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. |