86.

87.

L

Lips and Eyes

OVE for such a cherry lip

Would be glad to pawn his arrows;
Venus here to take a sip

Would sell her doves and team of sparrows.

But they shall not so;

Hey nonny, nonny no!

None but I this lip must owe;
Hey nonny, nonny no!

Did Jove see this wanton eye,

Ganymede must wait no longer;
Phoebe here one night did lie,

Would change her face and look much younger.

But they shall not so;

Hey nonny, nonny no!

None but I this lip must owe;

Hey nonny, nonny no!

Passions of Desire

T. Middleton

OW shall I then gaze on my mistress' eyes?

How

My thoughts must have some vent, else heart will break.

My tongue would rust, as in my mouth it lies,
If eyes and thoughts were free and then not speak.
Speak then! and tell the passions of desire,
Which turns mine eyes to floods, my thoughts to fire.

Anon.

88.

WHO

Song

THO hath his fancy pleasèd
With fruits of happy sight;
Let here his eyes be raised,
On Nature's sweetest light;
A light which doth dissever
And yet unite the eyes,
A light which, dying never,
Is cause the looker dies.

She never dies, but lasteth
In life of lover's heart;
He ever dies that wasteth
In love his chiefest part:
Thus is her life still guarded
In never-dying faith;

Thus is his death rewarded,
Since she lives in his death.

Look then, and die! The pleasure
Doth answer well the pain:
Small loss of mortal treasure
Who may immortal gain!
Immortal be her graces,
Immortal is her mind;
They fit for heavenly places -
This, heaven in it doth bind.

But eyes these beauties see not,
Nor sense that grace descries;
Yet eyes deprived be not
From sight of her fair eyes —

SWE

To Dianeme

N. Breton

WEET, be not proud of those two eyes
Which starlike sparkle in their skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives, yours yet free;
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the love-sick air;
Whenas that ruby which you wear,
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone
When all your world of beauty's gone.

R. Herrick

91.

Then Love Be Judge

HOSE eyes that set my fancy on a fire,

ΤΗ

Those crispèd hairs that hold my heart in chains, Those dainty hands which conquered my desire, That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the reins: Then Love be judge, what heart may there withstand Such eyes, such head, such wit, and such a hand? Those eyes for clearness doth the stars surpass, Those hairs obscure the brightness of the sun, Those hands more white than ever ivory was, That wit even to the skies hath glory won. O eyes that pierce the skies without remorse! O hairs of light that wear a royal crown! O hands that conquer more than Cæsar's force! O wit that turns huge kingdoms upside down!

92.

DRINK

To Celia

RINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup

And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there

It could not withered be;

Anon.

93.

But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee!