113.

SEE

Presents

EE, see, mine own sweet jewel,
What have I for my darling:

A robin-red breast and a starling.

These I give both in hope to move thee;
Yet thou say'st I do not love thee.

Anon

114.

I.

Myra

WITH whose colours Myra dressed her head, I, that wear posies of her own hand-making, I, that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking: Must I look on, in hope time coming may With change bring back my turn again to play?

I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found

A garland sweet with true-love-knots in flowers, Which I to wear about mine arms was bound

That each of us might know that all was ours: Must I lead now an idle life in wishes, And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes?

I, that did wear the ring her mother left,

I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed,

I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft,

I, who did make her blush when I was namèd: Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, Watching with sighs till dead love be awakèd?

Was it for this that I might Myra see

Washing the waters with her beauties white? Yet would she never write her love to me.

Thinks wit of change when thoughts are in delight? Mad girls may safely love as they may leave;

No man can print a kiss: lines may deceive.

F. Greville, Lord Brooke

115.

Sweet Robbery

HE forward violet thus did I chide:

THE

Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that
smells,

If not from my love's breath? The purple pride,
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells,
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemnèd for thy hand
And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both,
And to his robbery had annexed thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker ate him up to death.

More flowers I noted; yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
W. Shakespeare

116.

L

Doron's Description of Samela

IKE to Diana in her summer weed,

Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,
Goes fair Samela;

Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed,
When washed by Arethusa Fount they lie,
Is fair Samela;

As fair Aurora in her morning-grey,
Decked with the ruddy glister of her love,
Is fair Samela;

Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day,
Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move,
Shines fair Samela;

Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams,
Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory
Of fair Samela;

Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams;
Her brow's bright arches framed of ebony:
Thus fair Samela

Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,
And Juno in the shadow of majesty,
For she's Samela;

Pallas in wit, all three, if you will view,
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity,

Yield to Samela.

R. Greene

117. There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind

HERE is a Lady sweet and kind,

THERE

Was never face so pleased my mind;

I did but see her passing by,

And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change:

But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.

118.

Heart's Hiding

WEET Love, mine only treasure,

SWEET

For service long unfeignèd,

Wherein I nought have gainèd

Vouchsafe this little pleasure,

To tell me in what part

My mistress keeps her heart.

If in her hair so slender

Like golden nets entwinèd

Which fire and art have 'finèd,
Her thrall my heart I render

For ever to abide

With locks so dainty tied.

Anon.

119.

If in her eyes she bind it,
Wherein that fire was framèd
By which it is inflamèd,
I dare not look to find it:
I only wish it sight

To see that pleasant light.

But if her breast have deignèd
With kindness to receive it,
I am content to leave it,
Though death thereby were gainèd.
Then, Lady, take your own
That lives for you alone.

A. W.