What is love? 'tis not hereafter; W. Shakespeare 70. Madrigal BROWN is my love but graceful; And each renowned whiteness, Matched with thy lovely brown, loseth its brightness. Fair is my love, but scornful; Yet have I seen despised Dainty white lilies, and sad flowers well prizèd. Anon. 71. Know, Celia, Since Thou Art So Proud K NOW, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd That killing power is none of thine; I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere Tempt me with such affrights no more, Let fools thy mystic form adore, 72. O 73. The Kiss T. Carew THAT joy so soon should waste! Or so sweet a bliss As a kiss Might not for ever last! So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious, When the morn herself discloses, Is not so precious. O, rather than it would I smother, It should be my wishing That I might die kissing. Gratiana Dancing HE beat the happy pavement SHE By such a star made firmament, B. Jonson But swells up high, with Atlas even, 74. Each step trod out a Lover's thought, In Praise of Two FAUSTINA hath the fairer face, R. Lovelace And Phyllida the feater grace; 75. Enone. Fair and Fair FAIR AIR and fair, and twice so fair, The fairest shepherd on our green, Paris. Fair and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be; Thy love is fair, for thee alone And for no other lady. Enone. My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, Anon. And of my love my roundelay, "They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse!" Ambo simul. They that do change old love for new Pray gods they change for worse! Enone. Fair and fair, and twice so fair, The fairest shepherd on our green, Paris. Fair and fair, and twice so fair, Thy love is fair for thee alone And for no other lady. Enone. My love can pipe, my love can sing, And of his lovely praises ring My merry, merry, merry roundelays. Amen to Cupid's curse, "They that do change old love for new Pray gods they change for worse!" Ambo simul. They that do change old love for new Pray gods they change for worse. 76. G. Peele A Pastoral of Phyllis and Corydon Na hill there grows a flower, ON Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, In that bower there is a chair, It is Phyllis fair and bright, This is she, the wise, the rich, Who would not this face admire? O, fair eyes! yet let me see, One good look, and I am gone; Thou that art the shepherd's queen, 2 Look upon thy silly swain; By thy comfort have been seen Dead men brought to life again. N. Breton |