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 Being Chofen Li/rks of the lieign of 
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 To the Reader 
 
 SINCE Charles Lamb re- 
 discovered the Elizabethan 
 Dramatists^ so many Anthologies 
 of poetry of the Elizabethan Age 
 have been published^ that any ad- 
 dition to the number would seem^ 
 at first sights superfluous , Nor 
 does this little volume pretend to 
 do more than give a very small 
 view of that rich field tuhich^ 
 thanks to the labours of enthusi- 
 astic specialists^ has of late years 
 grown vastly wider and more ac- 
 cessible. It is^ primarily^ a pocket 
 volume^ one to be carried and 
 read between whiles^ both in the
 
 vi To THE Reader 
 
 city^ where poetry seems to grow 
 each day harder to discover^ and 
 in the country^ where the mind 
 should be most open to enjoy its 
 beauties. To comfort in carry- 
 ings much has been sacrificed ^ and 
 while as many ^' old favourites'' 
 as possible have been retained^ 
 it has been found necessary to 
 omit many beautiful lyrics in or- 
 der to keep the volume within the 
 limits of a true pocl^et size. Noth- 
 ing has been seleded that is not 
 believed to be ^^ choicely good!' 
 The ^^ labour of omission'' has^ 
 naturally s been greater in pro- 
 portion to the limits of space at 
 one's command^ and exclusion, 
 where so much is beautiful ^ has
 
 To THE Reader vii 
 
 been difficult. The Elizabethan 
 Age has come^ by general ac- 
 ceptation^ to include the reign of 
 James /. and sometimes that of 
 Charles I. as well as that of 
 Elizabeth^ but as I am now pre- 
 paring a companion volume to this 
 one^ ofseledionsfrom the li/rics of 
 these two later reigns^ the present 
 volume contains^ with a few ex- 
 ceptions^ onlt/ poems written prior 
 to 1604. Songs from ^^ Antony 
 and Cleopatra^'" '' Ct/mbeline^' 
 and " The Tempest ^"^ though of 
 later date, have been included^ 
 as it has been thought best to keep 
 Shakespeare s lyrics together. 
 The fascination of Elizabethan 
 literature to all who have wan-
 
 viii To THE Reader 
 
 dered in its enchanted realms is 
 undeniable^ hut not ahvai/s easy 
 to anal2/ze. Part of it lies in the 
 fad that here is found for the first 
 time^ perhaps for the onli/ time in 
 English literature^ the perfed bal- 
 ance of liomance and I(eality^ to- 
 gether with a language fresh and 
 plastic^ which had scarcely left 
 school and which offered new 
 worlds of words to explore and 
 conquer. Each writer stamped 
 upon it^ to a greater or a lesser 
 degree^ according to his genius or 
 his needs ^ something of his own in- 
 dividuality. To be one's self wasy 
 with the earlier writers at leasts 
 a distind aim. 
 Truly a Golden Age in litera-
 
 To THE Reader « 
 
 ture^ hut in mani/ ways a dark^ 
 cruel and tragic one to live in; an 
 age that could breed a Cenci in 
 Italy ^ and in France regard the 
 massacre of St. Bartholomew as 
 a legitimate stroke of statecraft. 
 That such an age should be refleded 
 in its literature^ was to be expeded. 
 Court life was a pageant. The im- 
 probable was the adual^ the real 
 more romantic than romance. 
 Mr. Ernest J^hys so finely sums 
 up this interdependence of life 
 and literature^ in his Introdudion 
 to the Lyrical Poems of Sir Philip 
 Sidney^ that I cannot refrain from 
 cjuoting one passage. 
 *' In Sidney the personal radiance 
 that the poets are sometimes sup-
 
 X To THE Reader 
 
 posed to have^ was enhanced hy 
 a hundred circumstances of time 
 and fortune. His birth^ his hoy- 
 hood^ his Elizabethan opportunity ^ 
 his hapless romance^ his adventure 
 across Europe^ ail add to the 
 glamour of his name. Even his 
 early and tragic deaths proving 
 him mortal too soon^ may be said 
 to help on his poets immortality . 
 Up to the moment when he fell he 
 was set in a march of events, stir- 
 rings irresistible; whose music is so 
 often caught in the heroic ring of 
 his lines — 
 
 'High way, since you my chief Parnassus be. 
 And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet. 
 Tempers her words to tramplmg horses' feet 
 More oft than to a chamber-melody!' 
 
 There is more than this in Sidney's
 
 To THE Reader xi 
 
 note, but this suggests his most dis- 
 tindive addition to our lyric poetry. 
 It is the note of chivalry in its finer 
 mood,, tuned to the praise of the 
 divine Stella,, but ivith an echo in 
 it of great affairs and destinies,, 
 and of no distant fields of war. 
 Here was a poet who was a man; 
 with his lyric art heightened by his 
 sense of life^ with his love-songs 
 set to an heroic accompaniment'^ 
 It is fust this '^^ sense of life'' that 
 stamps so much of the lyric poe- 
 try of Oueen Elizabeth's reign 
 as a permanent contribution to 
 English literature. Gradually as 
 men lived less,, and thought more 
 of the most stri/^ing way to ex- 
 press such ideas as remained to
 
 xii To THE Reader 
 
 them^ the qualiti/ of their poetrij 
 deteriorated^ and the technical 
 side was more and more culti- 
 vated^ until from sheer attenua- 
 tion true poetry died out. 
 When it is remembered that a 
 period of fifty years will cover 
 nearly all that is worth preserv- 
 ing of the literature l^nown as 
 '^Elizabethan'' the wonder of 
 its rapid growth and brilliant ma- 
 turity is heightened by the sense 
 of sane precocity side by side 
 with the frankly mediceval. With 
 /lenry^ Earl of Surrey ^ fittingly 
 called 'Uhe English Petrarch^'' 
 the finest poet of the reign of 
 Henry VI I L^ it is difficult to feel 
 any close affinity. He is distant
 
 To THE Reader xlil 
 
 not only hy centuries but by his 
 outlook upon life. Even to Sidney's 
 permanent elevation of feeling 
 and expression one cannot rise 
 all the time-, it is only at our spirit s 
 best that we feel a sense of com- 
 radeship with him. In Italy ^ Ariosto 
 and Tasso had attempted^ almost 
 successfully, to revive chivalry ; 
 B^abelais in France and^ later^ 
 Cervantes in Spain ^ with a suc- 
 cess only too complete^ made it 
 a laughingstocl< and crushed it to 
 the ground ; but when Spenser^ 
 the finest and truest English poet 
 of the Age of Chivalry^ sings 
 afresh its first ideal of exalted 
 and sublime love., he makes us 
 believe in it. Spenser alone taf^es
 
 xiv To THE Reader 
 
 // serious/7/ and naturallij. He is 
 on the level of so much nobleness^ 
 dignity^ reverie. Yet within ten 
 years of the publication of the 
 ^^ Faerie Que en ^'' Shakespeare 
 has created Hamlet — a ^^man of 
 to-morrow^^ in his keenness of 
 self-analijsis — and such a lyric 
 as the one beginning 
 
 O NigKt, oh jealous Night repugnant to my meas- 
 ures 
 
 has been written. A lyric so per- 
 fed^ so impassioned^ that I know 
 of nothing of its kind finer. It is 
 anonymous, Mr, Swinburne might 
 have ivritten it but that it was pub- 
 lished Just three hundred years 
 ago.
 
 To THE Reader xv 
 
 Regarding the poems themselves^ 
 in nearly all cases modern spell- 
 ing has been used. In the few in- 
 stances where the charm seemed 
 to be heightened by the quaint 
 orthography ^ the old spelling has 
 been retained^ but this so seldom 
 that it is not likely to deter any- 
 one from reading the few poems 
 thus printed. 
 
 Finally, I wish to say that as this 
 little volume is a sele&ion of other 
 mens work I have., in these few 
 notes ^ not scrupled to " convey " a 
 word^ idea or sentence that fitted 
 my needs. This I have done so 
 frequently that to acknowledge 
 indebtedness in every caje would 
 be useless. Wherever a writer
 
 xvi To THE Reader 
 
 may find I have borrowed from 
 his worlds I beg him to accept my 
 thanks. 
 
 FiTzRoY Carrington.
 
 ##W#E#R 
 
 A Dedication to 
 
 Q 
 
 E 
 
 UEEN ULIZABETH 
 
 To Her High MajeJIy 
 
 WIT'S rich Triumph, Wisdom's Clory, 
 Art's Chronicle, and Learning's Story, 
 Tower of Goodness, Virtue, Beauty, 
 Forgive me, that presume to lay 
 My Latours in your clear Eye's Ray ; 
 
 This Boldness springs from Faith, Zeal. Duty 
 
 II 
 Her Hand, her Lap. her Vesture's Hem, 
 MUSE, touch not. for polluting them : 
 All. that IS hers, is pure, clean, holy : 
 Before her Footstool humble lye. 
 So may she bless thee with her Eye ; 
 
 The Sun shmcs not on good Things solely. 
 I
 
 Ill 
 
 Oli've of Peace, Angel of Pleasure, 
 What Line of Praise can your Worth measure ? 
 Calm Sea of Bliss, which no Shore boundeth ! 
 FAME fills the World no more with Lies. 
 But feusy'd in your Histories 
 
 Her Trumpet those true Wonders soundeth. 
 
 IV 
 O FAME, say all the Good thou may'st. 
 Too little is that ALL thou say'st ! 
 What if herself herself commended ? 
 Should we then know (ne'er known before) 
 Whether her Wit. or Worth were more ? 
 Ah no ! that Book would ne'er be ended. 
 
 Dedication of the First Edition (1600) of Fairfax's 
 translation of Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered. 
 
 Lines underneath a Portrait 
 of Oueen Elizabeth 
 
 ■' 'V 
 
 LOE here the pearle. 
 Whom Cod and man doth love : 
 Loe here on earth 
 The onely starre of light : 
 Loe here the queene. 
 
 Whom no mishap can move 
 To chaunge her mynde 
 2
 
 From vertues cliief delight ! 
 Loe here the heart 
 
 That So hath honord God, 
 That, for her love. 
 
 We feele not of his rod: 
 Pray for her health. 
 
 Such as good subjedes bee : 
 Oh Princely Dame, 
 
 There is none like to thee ! 
 
 From a Contemporary Ballad, presumed to be 
 unique, formerly in the library of Henry Huth, 
 Esq.
 
 The 
 
 Queen^s Garland 
 
 Oueen Elizabeth (1533-1603) 
 
 On Ambition and Dif loyalty 
 
 (Written about 1584) 
 
 THE doubt of future foes. 
 Exiles my present joy. 
 And wit me warnes to shun such snares 
 As threaten mine annoy. 
 
 For falsehood now doth flow. 
 
 And subjed faith doth ebbe. 
 Which would not be. if reason rul'd. 
 
 Or wisdome weu'd the webbe. 
 
 But clowdes of tois untried. 
 
 Do doake aspiring mindes. 
 Which turne to raine of late repent. 
 
 By course of changed windes. 
 
 5
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 The toppe of hope supposed. 
 
 The roote of ruthe will be. 
 And frutelesse all their graffed guiles. 
 
 As shortly ye shall see. 
 
 There dazeld eyes with pride. 
 
 Which great ambition blinds, 
 Shal be unseeld by worthy wights. 
 
 Whose foresight falsehood finds. 
 
 The daughter of debate. * * ^JV'^ 
 
 That eke discord doth sowe, „. 
 
 Shall reap no game where former rule Scots. 
 Hath taught stil peace to growe. 
 
 No forreine bannisht wight 
 
 Shall ancre in this port. 
 Our realme it brookes no strangers force. 
 
 Let them elsewhere resort. 
 
 Our rusty sworde with rest. 
 
 Shall first his edge employ. 
 To polle their toppes, that seeke such change. 
 And gape for such like joy. 
 
 From Puttenham's Arte of English Pccsic. 
 6
 
 John Lyly 
 
 Verfes 
 
 by Princefs Elizabeth 
 while a Prifoner at Woodftock 
 
 "Writ with Charcoal on a Shutter 
 
 OH, Fortune ! how thy restlesse ■wavering state 
 Hath fraught with cares my troubled witt ! 
 Witness this present prisonn. whither fate 
 CouH beare me, and the joys I quit. 
 Thou causedest the guiltie to be losed 
 From bands, wherein are innocents inclosed : 
 Causing the guiltles to be straite reser\ed. 
 And freeing those that death hath well deserved. 
 But by her envie can be nothing wroughte. 
 So Cod send to my foes all they have thought. 
 A. D. MDLV. Elizabethe. Prisonner. 
 
 John Lyly (i534-'6oo) 
 
 Cards and Kiffes 
 
 CUPID and my Campaspe played 
 At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; 
 He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows. 
 His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; 
 
 7
 
 Tlie Queen's Garland 
 
 Loses them too ; then down he throws 
 
 The coral of his lip. the rose 
 
 Crowing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; 
 
 With these, the crystal of his brow. 
 
 And then the dimple of his chin : 
 
 All these did my Campaspe win. 
 
 At last he set her both his eyes. 
 
 She won, and Cupid blind did rise. 
 
 O Love ! has she done this to thee ? 
 
 What shall, alas ! become of me ? 
 
 From Alexander and Campaspe. 
 
 Daphne 
 
 MY Daphne's hair is twisted gold. 
 Bright stars a-piece her eyes do hold. 
 My Daphne's brow enthrones the graces. 
 My Daphne's beauty stains all faces ; 
 On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry. 
 On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry : 
 Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt. 
 And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; 
 My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres. 
 My Daphne's music charms all ears ; 
 Fond am I thus to sing her praise, From 
 
 These glories now are turned to bays. Midas. 
 
 S
 
 Thomas Sackville (Earl of Dorset) 
 
 From the engraving by George Vertue 
 
 after the painting by Knowles
 
 T. SackvlUe 
 
 Thomas Sackuille , Earl of Dor/et 
 
 (1536-1608) 
 
 MYDNYGHT was cum, and every vitall thing 
 With swete sound slepe theyr weary lyms did rest : 
 The beasts were still, the lytle byrdes that syng 
 Now sweetely slept besides theyr mothers brest. 
 The olde and all were shrowded in theyr nest. 
 The waters calme, the cruel seas did ceas. 
 The wuds, the fyeldes. and all things held theyr peace. 
 
 The golden stars wer whyrlde amyd theyr race. 
 And on the earth did laugh with twinkling light. 
 When eche thing nestled in his restyng place. 
 Forgat dayes payne with pleasure of the nyght : 
 The hare had not the greedy houndes in sight. 
 The fearful dear of death stood not in doubt. 
 The partrydge drempt not of the falcon's foot. 
 
 The ougly beare nowe myndeth not the stake. 
 Nor howe the cruell mastyves do him tear ; 
 The stag lay still unroused from the brake. 
 The fomy boar feard not the hunter's spear. 
 All thing was still in desert, bush, and brear. 
 With quyet heart now from their travailes rest. 
 Soundly they slept in midst of all their nest. 
 
 From the Complaint of Henry, Duke of Bockingham. 
 9
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 William Bijrd (1538-1623) 
 
 My Mind to Me a Kingdom is 
 
 MY mind to me a Kingdom is ; 
 Such perfed joy therein I find 
 As far exceeds all earthly bliss. 
 That God or Nature hath assigned : 
 Though much I want, that most would have. 
 Yet still my mind forbids to crave. 
 
 Content I live, this is my stay ; 
 
 I seek no more than may suffice : 
 I press to bear no haughty sway ; 
 
 Look what I lack my mind supplies. 
 Loe ! thus I triumph like a king. 
 Content with that my mind doth bring 
 
 I see how plenty surfeits oft. 
 
 And hasty climbers soonest fall : 
 I see that such as sit aloft 
 
 Mishap doth threaten most of all : 
 These get with toil, and keep with fear 
 Such cares my mind could never bear. 
 
 No princely pomp, nor welthy store. 
 No force to win the vidory, 
 10
 
 William Byrd 
 
 No wily Wit to salve a sofe. 
 
 No shape to •win a lovers eye ; 
 To none of these I yield as thrall : 
 For why ? my mind despiseth all. 
 
 Some have too much, yet still they crave, 
 I little have, yet seek no more : 
 
 They are but poor, though much they have ; 
 And I am rich with little store : 
 
 They poor, I rich ; they beg, I give ; 
 
 They lack, I lend : they pine, I live. 
 
 I laugh not at another's loss, 
 I grudge not at another's gain ; 
 
 No worldly waves my mind can toss, 
 I brook that is another's bane : 
 
 I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend ; 
 
 I loath not life, nor dread mine end. 
 
 I joy not in no earthly bliss ; 
 
 I weigh not Croesus' wealth a straw ; 
 For care, I know not what it is ; 
 
 I fear not Fortunes fatal law : 
 My mind is such as may not move 
 For beauty bright or force of love. 
 
 I wish but what I have at will ; 
 I wander not to seek for more ; 
 II
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 I like the plam. I climb no hill ; 
 
 In greatest storms, I sit on shore 
 And lacgh at them that toil in vam 
 To get -what must be lost again. 
 
 I kiss not -where I -wish to kill ; 
 
 I feign not love where most I hate; 
 I break no sleep to win my will ; 
 
 I wait not at the mighty's gate ; 
 I scorn no poor, I fear no rich ; 
 I feel no want, nor have too much. 
 
 The court, ne cart, I like, ne loath ; 
 
 Extremes are counted worst of all : 
 The golden mean, betwixt them both 
 
 Doth surest sit, and fears no fall : 
 This IS my choice : for why ? I find 
 No wealth is like a quiet mind. 
 
 My wealth is health, and perf ed^ ease ; 
 
 My conscience clear my chief defence : 
 I never seek by bribes to please. 
 
 Nor by desert to give offence : 
 Thus do I live, thus will I die ; 
 Would all did so as well as I ! 
 
 From Psalms, Sonnets and Songs.' 
 
 12
 
 Nicholas Breton 
 
 Upon a Summer Day Love went 
 to Swim 
 
 UPON a summer's day Love went to swim. 
 And cast himself into a sea of tears ; 
 Thecloudscalledmtheirlight.andheavenwaxeddim, 
 And sighs did raise a tempest, causing fears ; 
 The naked boy could not so wield his arms. 
 
 But that the waves were masters of his might. 
 And threatened him to work far greater harms 
 
 If he devised not to scape by flight : 
 Then for a boat his quiver stood instead. 
 
 His bow unbent did serve him for a mast, 
 Yv'hereby to sail his cloth of veil he spread. 
 
 His shafts for oars on either board he cast : 
 From shipwreck safe this wag got thus to shore. 
 And sware to bathe m lover's tears no more. 
 
 Ytoih Songs of Sundry Natures. 
 
 Nicholas Breton (1545-1626) 
 
 The Ploughman's Song 
 
 IN the merry month of May, 
 In a morn by break of day. 
 With a troop of damselles playing 
 1' orth I yode forsooth a maying : 
 
 i:
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 When, anon, by a wood side. 
 Where as May was in his pride, 
 I espiM all alone 
 Phyllida and Corydon. 
 
 Much ado there was, God wot ; 
 He would love and she would not. 
 She said, "never man was true:" 
 He sayes, "none was false to you." 
 
 He said, "he had loved her long," 
 
 She sayes, "love should have no wrong," 
 
 Corydon would kiss her then : 
 
 She sayes, "maides must kiss no men. 
 
 Till they do for good and all." 
 Then she made the shepherd call 
 All the heavens to witness truth. 
 Never loved a truer youth. 
 
 Thus with many a prettie oath. 
 Yea and nay, and faith and troth : 
 Such as silly shepherds use 
 When they will not love abuse ; 
 
 Love, which had been long deluded. 
 Was with kisses sweet concluded ;
 
 Nicholas Breton 
 
 And Phyllida with garlands gay 
 
 Was made the lady of the May. 
 
 Sung at the entertainment given to Queen Eliza- 
 beth, by the Earl of Hertford, in 159 r. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 A Sweet Pafloral 
 
 GOOD Muse, rock me asleep 
 With some sweet harmony : 
 The weary eye is not to keep 
 Thy wary company. 
 
 Sweet Love, begone awhile. 
 Thou knowest my heaviness; 
 
 Beauty is born but to beguile 
 My heart of happiness. 
 
 See how my little flock. 
 That loved to feed on high. 
 
 Do headlong tumble down the rock. 
 And m the valley die. 
 
 The bushes and the trees 
 
 That were so fresh and green. 
 
 Do all their dainty colour leese. 
 And not a leaf is seen. 
 
 '5
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 The blackbird and the thrush 
 
 That made the woods to ring. 
 With all the rest are now at hush. 
 
 And not a note they sing. 
 
 Sweet Philomel, the bird 
 
 That hath the heavenly throat. 
 Doth now, alas ! not once afford 
 
 Recording of a note. 
 
 The flowers have had a frost. 
 
 Each herb hath lost her savour. 
 And Phyllida the fair hath lost 
 
 The comfort of her favour. 
 
 Now all these careful sights 
 
 So kill me in conceit. 
 That hope upon delights. 
 
 It is but mere deceit. 
 
 And therefore, my sweet Muse, 
 Thou knowest what help is best : 
 
 Do now thy heavenly cunning use. 
 To set my heart at rest. 
 
 And in a dream bewray 
 
 What fate shall be ray friend. 
 Whether my life shall still decay. 
 
 Or when my sorrows end. 
 
 From England's Heiicont i 
 
 i6
 
 }. Mundy 
 John Mundy 
 
 'ERE I a king. I might command content: 
 Were I obscure, unknown should be my cares : 
 And were I dead, no thoughts should me tor- 
 ment. 
 Nor words, nor wrongs, nor loves, nor hopes, nor fears, 
 A doubtful choice, of three things one to crave ; 
 A kingdom, or a cottage, or a grave. 
 
 Yrom Songs and Psalms (1594). 
 
 William Barley 
 
 Thofe Eyes that fet My Fancy 
 on a Fire 
 
 THOSE eyes that set my fancy on a fire. 
 Those crisped 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 therewith stand 
 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. 
 
 7
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 That wit even to the skies hath glory won. 
 O eyes that pierce our hearts without remorse ! 
 
 O hairs of right that wear a royal crown ! 
 O hands that conquer more than Cesar's force ! 
 
 O wit that turns huge kingdoms upside down ! 
 
 From the New Book of Tabliture (7596). 
 
 Anonymous 
 
 Love's a Bee^ and Bees have 
 
 Stings 
 
 . NCE I thought, but falsely thought 
 Cupid all delight had brought. 
 And that love had been a treasure. 
 And a palace full of pleasure. 
 But alas ! too soon I prove. 
 Nothing is so sour as love ; 
 
 That for sorrow my muse sings. 
 Love's a bee, and bees have stings. 
 
 When I thought I had obtained 
 That dear solace, which if gained 
 Should have caused all joy to spring. 
 Viewed, I found it no such thing : 
 But instead of sweet desires, 
 18
 
 Anonymous 
 
 Found a rose hemmed in with briars ; 
 That for sorrow my muse sings. 
 Love's a bee. and bees have stings. 
 
 Wonted pleasant life adieu. 
 Love hath changed thee for a new : 
 New indeed, and sour I prove it. 
 Yet I cannot choose but love it; 
 And as if it were delight. 
 I pursue it day and night ; 
 
 That with sorrow my muse sings. 
 
 I love bees, though bees have stings. 
 
 From The Mirror of Knighthood (1599). 
 
 Love hath Eyes by Night 
 
 O NIGHT. O jealous Night, repugnant to my 
 measures ! 
 O Night so long desired, yet cross to ray con- 
 tent! 
 There 's none but only thou that can perform my pleas- 
 ures. 
 Yet none but only thou that hindereth my intent. 
 
 Thy beams, thy spiteful beams, thy lamps that burn too 
 brightly. 
 Discover all my trains and naked lay my drifts, 
 
 19
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 That night by night I hope, yet fail my purpose nightly ; 
 Thy envious glaring gleam defeateth so my shifts. 
 
 Sweet Night, withhold thy beams, withhold them till to- 
 morrow ! 
 Whose Joy's in lack so long a hell of torment breeds. 
 Sweet Night, sweet gentle Night, do not prolong my 
 sorrow : 
 Desire is guide to me, and Love no lodestar needs. 
 
 Let sailors gaze on Stars, and Moon so freshly shining; 
 
 Let them that miss the way be guided by the light ; 
 I know my Lady's bower, there needs no more divining; 
 
 Affedion sees in dark, and Love hath eyes by night. 
 
 Dame Cynthia, couch awhile ! hold in thy horns for 
 shining. 
 And glad not lowring Night with thy too glorious 
 rays; 
 But be she dim and dark, tempestuous and repining. 
 That in her spite my sport may work thy endless 
 praise. 
 
 And when my will is wrought, then, Cynthia, shine, 
 good lady. 
 All other nights and days in honour of that night. 
 That happy heavenly night, that night so dark and shady. 
 Wherein my Love had eyes that lighted my delight ! 
 
 From The Phoenix' Nest (1593). 
 20
 
 E. Spenser 
 
 Edmund Spenfer (1552-1599) 
 
 Ye Tradeful Merchants 
 
 YE tradeful Merchants that with weary toil 
 Do seek most precious things to make your gain. 
 And both the Indias of their treasure spoil. 
 What needeth you to seek so far in vain ? 
 For lo ! my Love doth in herself contain 
 All this world's riches that may far be found. 
 If Saphires, lo ! her eyes be Saphires plain ; 
 If Rubies, lo ! her lips be Rubies sound ; 
 If Pearls, her teeth be pearls, both pure and round ; 
 If Ivories, her forehead ivory ween ; 
 If Gold, her locks are finest gold on ground ; 
 If Silver, her fair hands are silver sheen : 
 But that which fairest is but few behold. 
 Her mind, adorned with virtues manifold. 
 
 Colin Clouf s Mournful Ditty for 
 The Death of Aflrophel 
 
 s 
 
 HEPHERDS that wont on pipes of oaten reed 
 Oftimes to plain your love's concealed smart. 
 And with your piteous lays have learnt to breed 
 21
 
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 Compassion in a country lass's heart : 
 Hearken, ye gentle Shepherds, to my song. 
 And place ray doleful plaint your plaints among. 
 
 To you alone I sing this mournful verse. 
 
 The mournfull'st verse that ever man heard tell ; 
 
 To you whose soften'd hearts it may impierce . 
 
 With dolour's dart for death of Astrophel : 
 
 To you I sing, and to none other wight. 
 
 For, well I wot, my rhymes been rudely dight. 
 
 Yet as they been, if any nicer wit 
 Shall hap to hear or covet them to read. 
 Think he that such are for such ones most fit. 
 Made not to please the living but the dead : 
 And if m him found pity ever place. 
 Let him be moved to pity such a case. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 ■ i 
 
 One Day I Wrote Her Name 
 upon the Strand 
 
 ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand. 
 But came the waves, and washed it away : 
 Agayne I wrote it with a second hand ; 
 But came the tyde. and made my paynes his pray. 
 "Vayne man!" said she, "that doest in vayne assay 
 
 23
 
 Edmund Spenser 
 From the engraving by George Vertue
 
 Edmund Spenser 
 
 A mortall thing so to immortalize ; 
 For I my selfe shall lyke to this decay. 
 And eke my name bee wyped out lykewize : " 
 "Not so," quod I; "let baser things devize 
 To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : 
 My verse youf virtues rare shall eternize. 
 And in the hevens wryte your glorious name : 
 Where, when as death shall all the world subdew. 
 Our love shall live, and later life renew." 
 
 But if Ye Jaw that which no Eyes 
 can fee 
 
 BUT if ye saw that which no eyes can see. 
 The inward beauty of her lively spright, 
 Carnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree. 
 Much more then would ye wonder at that sight. 
 And stand astonisht lyke to those which red 
 Medusaes mazeful hed. 
 
 There dwels sweet love, and constant Chastity, 
 Unspotted fayth, and comely womanhood. 
 Regard of honour, and mild modesty ; 
 There vertue raynes as Queene m royal throne. 
 And giveth lawes alone. 
 The which the base affedions doe obay. 
 And yeeld theyr services unto her will ; 
 
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 Ne thouglit of thing uncomely ever may 
 Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill. 
 Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures. 
 And unrevealed pleasures. 
 Then would ye wonder, and her prayses sing. 
 That al the woods should answer, and your echo ring. 
 From The Epithalamion written for his own mar- 
 riage in 1594. 
 
 Antony Munday (i553-»633) 
 Beauty Sat Bathing 
 
 BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring 
 Where fairest shades did hide her ; 
 The winds blew calm, the birds did sing. 
 The cool streams ran beside her. 
 My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye 
 
 To see what was forbidden 
 But better memory said Fie ; 
 So vain desire was chidden. 
 
 Into a slumber then I fell. 
 
 And fond imagination 
 Seemed to see, but could not tell 
 
 Her feature or her fashion : 
 But even as babes in dreams do smile 
 
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 And Sometimes fall a-weeping. 
 So I awaked as wise that while 
 
 As when I fell a-sleeping. 
 From The Famous and Renowned History of Primalcon 
 of Greece. 
 
 Mar^ Sidney^ Countefs of Pem- 
 broke (i 557-1 621) 
 
 A Dialogue 
 
 between two Shepherds, Thenot and Piers 
 
 In Praife of Aflrea 
 
 Thenot. T SINC divine Astrea's praise; 
 
 I O Muses ! help my wits to raise. 
 And heave my verses higher. 
 Piers. Thou need'st the truth but plainly tell. 
 
 Which much I doubt thou canst not well. 
 Thou art so oft a liar. 
 
 Thenot. If m my song no more I show. 
 
 Than Heaven, and earth, and sea do know. 
 Then truly I have spoken. 
 P'hts. Sufficeth not no more to name. 
 
 But being no less, the like, the same. 
 Else laws of truth be broken. 
 
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 Thenot. Then say. she is so good, so fair. 
 
 With all the earth she may compare. 
 Not Momus self denying : 
 Piers. Compare may think where likeness holds. 
 Nought like to her the earth enfolds, 
 I looked to find you lying. 
 
 Thenot. Astrea sees with wisdom's sight ; 
 Astrea works by virtue's might ; 
 And jointly both do stay in her. 
 Piers. Nay. take from them her hand, her mind. 
 The one is lame, the other blind : 
 Shall still your lying stain her ? 
 
 Thenot. Soon as Astrea shows her face. 
 
 Straight every ill avoids the place. 
 And every good aboundeth. 
 Piers. Nay. long before her face doth show. 
 The last doth come, the first doth go : 
 How loud this lie resoundeth. 
 
 Thenot. Astrea is our chiefest joy. 
 
 Our chiefest guard against annoy. 
 Our chiefest wealth, our treasure. 
 Piers. Where chiefest are. there others be. 
 To us none else but only she : 
 
 When wilt thou speak in measure ? 
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 From the painting by Mark Ccrards
 
 Mary Sidney 
 
 Thenot. Astrea may be justly said, 
 
 A field m flowery robe arrayed. 
 In season freshly springing. 
 Piers. That spring endures but shortest time. 
 This never leaves Astrea's clime : 
 Thou liest. instead of singing. 
 
 Thenot. As heavenly light that guides the day. 
 Right so doth shine each lovely ray 
 That from Astrea flieth. 
 Piers. Nay. darkness oft that light enclouds : 
 Astrea's beams no darkness shrouds : 
 How loudly Thenot lieth. 
 
 Thenot. Astrea rightly term I may 
 
 A manly palm, a maiden bay. 
 Her verdure never dying. 
 PieTS. Palm oft is crooked, bay is low. 
 
 She still upright, still high doth grow : 
 Good Thenot leave thy lying. 
 
 Thenot. Then. Piers, of friendship tell me why. 
 My meaning true, my words should lie. 
 And strive in vain to raise her ? 
 Piers. Words from conceit do only rise ; 
 Above conceit her honour flies : 
 But silence, nought can praise her. 
 
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 Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586) 
 
 Phoebus^ Farewell! 
 
 PHOEBUS, farewell ! a sweeter Saint I serve : 
 The high conceits thy heav'nly wisdoms breed 
 My thoughts forget, my thoughts which never swerve 
 From her in whom is sown their freedom's seed. 
 And m whose eyes my daily doom I read. 
 
 Phoebus, farewell ! a sweeter Saint I serve ; 
 Thou art far off. thy kingdom is above ; 
 She heaven on earth with beauties doth preserve: 
 Thy beams I like, but her clear rays I love ; 
 Thy force I fear, her force I still do prove. 
 
 Phoebus, yield up thy title in my mind ; 
 She doth possess, thy image is defaced ; 
 But, if thy rage some brave revenge will find. 
 On her who hath in me thy temple raced. 
 Employ thy might that she my fires may taste. 
 
 And, how much more her worth surmounting thee. 
 Make her as much more base by loving me. 
 
 from Arcadia. 
 
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 My True Love Hath My Heart, 
 and I have His 
 
 MY true love hath my heart, and I have his. 
 By just exchange one for the other given : 
 I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss : 
 There never was a bargain better driven. 
 His heart in me keeps me and him m one ; 
 My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides : 
 He loves my heart for once it was his own ; 
 I cherish his because in me it bides. 
 His heart his wound received from my sight ; 
 My heart was wounded with his wounded heart : 
 For as from me on him his hurt did light. 
 So still methought in me his hurt did smart. 
 Both equal hurt, m this change sought our bliss : 
 My true love hath my heart, and I have his. 
 
 'From Arcadia. 
 
 The Shepherd Mufidorus Hif 
 Complaint 
 
 COME, shepherds' weeds, become your master's 
 mmd. 
 
 Yield outward show, what inward change he tries ; 
 Nor be abash'd since such a guest you find, 
 
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 Whose strongest hope m your weak comfort lies. 
 Come, shepherds' v/eeds, attend my woful cries. 
 Disuse yourselves from sweet Menakas' voice ; 
 For other be those tunes which sorrow ties. 
 From those clear notes which freely may rejoice. 
 Then pour out plaint, and in one word say this — 
 Helpless his plaints who spoils himself of bliss. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 The Shepherd's Brawl 
 
 One Half Answering the Other 
 
 1. ^^^TE love, and have our loves rewarded. 
 
 2. \^/ We love, and are no whit regarded. 
 
 1. We find most sweet affedion's snare. 
 
 2. That sweet but sour despairful care. 
 
 1. Who can despair whom hope doth bear? 
 
 2. And who can hope that feels despair ? 
 All. As without breath no pipe doth move. 
 
 No music kindly without love. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 ^P
 
 Sir Philip Sidney 
 
 From the engraving by George Vertue 
 
 after the painting by Oliver
 
 Sir Philip Sidney 
 
 Fair Eyes^ Sweet Lips^ Dear 
 Heart 
 
 FAIR eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I 
 Could hope, by Cupid's help, on you to pray. 
 Since to himself he doth your gifts apply. 
 As his main force, chief sports, and easeful stay ! 
 For when he will see who dare him gain-say. 
 Then with those eyes he looks : io, by and by 
 Each soul doth at Love's feet his weapons lay. 
 Glad if for her he give them leave to die. 
 When he will play, then in her lips he is. 
 Where blushing red. that Love's self then doth love. 
 With either lip he doth the other kiss ; 
 But when he will, for quiet's sake, remove 
 From all the world, her heart is then his rome,* * Room. 
 Where well he knows no man to him can come. 
 
 Ihe Forty-third Sonnet from Astrophcl and Stella. 
 
 High IVaj/, since you my Chief 
 ParnaJJus be 
 
 HIGH way, since you my chief Parnassus be. 
 And that my Muse, to some ears not unswect. 
 Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet 
 More oft than to a chamber-melody. 
 
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 Now, blessed you bear onward blessed me 
 
 To her. where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet ; 
 
 My Muse and I most you of duty greet 
 
 With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully. 
 
 Be you still fair, honoured by public heed ; 
 
 By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot; 
 
 Nor blam'd for blood, nor sham'd for sinful deed : 
 
 And that you know I envy you no lot 
 
 Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, — 
 
 Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss. 
 
 The Eighty- fourth Sonnet from Astropliel and Stella. 
 
 A Pajloral 
 
 Made by Sir Philip Sidney upon His Meeting 
 
 with His Two Worthy Friends and Fellow-Poets 
 
 Sir Edward Dyer 6 M. Fulke Greville 
 
 I 
 
 OIN mates in mirth to me. 
 
 Grant pleasure to our meeting : 
 
 Let Fan, our good god, see 
 
 How grateful is our greeting. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
 
 V-
 
 Sir Philip Sidney 
 
 Ye Hymns, and singing skill 
 Of God Apollo's giving. 
 Be prest our reeds to fill 
 
 With sound of music living. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mmd in bodies three. 
 
 Sweet Orpheus* harp, whose sound 
 The steadfast mountains moved. 
 Let here thy skill abound. 
 
 To join sweet friends beloved. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mmd in bodies three. 
 
 My two and I be met. 
 
 A happy blessed trinity. 
 As three most jointly set 
 In firmest band of unity. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mmd in bodies three. 
 
 Welcome my two to me. 
 
 The number best beloved. 
 Within my heart you be 
 In friendship unremoved : 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
 
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 Give leave your flocks to range. 
 Let us the while be playing : 
 Within the elmy grange. 
 
 Your flocks will not be straying : 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
 
 Cause all the mirth you can. 
 
 Since I am now come hether. 
 Who never joy, but when 
 I am with you together. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
 
 Like lovers do their love. 
 
 So joy I in you seeing ; 
 Let nothing me remove 
 
 From always with you being : 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
 
 And as the turtle Dove 
 
 To mate with whom he liveth. 
 Such comfort fervent love 
 Of you to my heart giveth. 
 
 Join hearts and hands, so let it be. 
 Make but one mind in bodies three. 
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 Now joined be our hands. 
 
 Let them be ne'er asunder. 
 But linked in binding bands 
 By metamorphosed wonder. 
 
 So should our severed bodies three 
 As one for ever joined be. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
 Thomas Lodge (1555-1625) 
 I(ofalind's Madrigal 
 
 LOVE m my bosom like a bee 
 Doth suck his sweet ; 
 Now with his wings he plays with me. 
 Now with his feet. 
 Within mine eyes he makes his nest. 
 His bed amidst my tender breast ; 
 My kisses are his daily feast. 
 And yet he robs me of my rest. 
 Ah wanton, will ye ? 
 
 And if I sleep, then percheth he, 
 
 "With pretty flight. 
 And makes his pillow of my knee 
 
 The livelong night. 
 
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 Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; 
 He music plays if so I smg : 
 He lends me every lovely thing ; 
 Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. 
 Whist, wanton, still ye ! 
 
 Else I with roses every day 
 
 Will whip yon hence. 
 And bind you, when you long to play. 
 
 For your offence, 
 I 'II shut mine eyes to keep you in, 
 I 'II make you fast it for your sin, 
 I 'II count your power not worth a pin. 
 Alas, what hereby shall I win. 
 
 If he gainsay me ? 
 
 What if I beat the wanton boy 
 
 With many a rod ? 
 He will repay me with annoy. 
 
 Because a god. 
 Then sit thou safely on my knee. 
 Then let thy bower my bosom be ; 
 Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee. 
 O Cupid, so thou pity me. 
 
 Spare not, but play thee. 
 
 From Rosalind. 
 
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 The Lover s Vow 
 
 FIRST shall the heavens want starry light. 
 The seas be fobbed of their waves : 
 The day want sun. and sun want bright. 
 The night want shade, the dead men graves ; 
 The April flowers and leaf and tree. 
 Before I false my faith to thee. 
 
 First shall the tops of highest hills 
 By humble plains be overpried ; 
 And poets scorn the Muses' quills. 
 And fish forsake the water-glide ; 
 
 And Iris lose her coloured weed. 
 
 Before I fail thee at thy need. 
 
 First direful hate shall turn to peace. 
 And love relent in deep disdain ; 
 And death his fatal stroke shall cease. 
 And envy pity every pain ; 
 
 And pleasure mourn, and sorrow smile. 
 
 Before I talk of any guile. 
 
 First time shall stay his stayless race. 
 And winter bless his boughs with corn ; 
 And snow bcmoisten July's face. 
 And winter spring, and summer mourn. 
 
 Before my pen by help of fame -pf^jti 
 
 Cease to recite thy sacred name. Rosalind. 
 
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 Momanus' Sonnet 
 
 PHOEBE sat. 
 Sweet she sat. 
 
 Sweet sat Phoebe when I saw hef. 
 White her brow. 
 Coy her eye ; 
 
 Brow and eye how much you please me [ 
 Words I spent. 
 Sighs I sent ; 
 
 Sighs and words could never draw her. 
 Oh my love. 
 Thou art lost. 
 
 Since no sight could ever ease thee. 
 
 Phoebe sat. 
 By a fount. 
 
 Sitting by a fount I spied her : 
 Sweet her touch. 
 Rare her voice : 
 
 Touch and voice what may distain you ? 
 As she sang. 
 I did sigh. 
 
 And by sighs whilst that I tried her. 
 Oh mine eyes ! 
 You did lose 
 
 Her first sight, whose want did pain you. 
 
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 Thomas Morley 
 
 Phoebe's flocks. 
 White as wool. 
 
 Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter. 
 Phoebe's eyes. 
 Dovelike mild. 
 
 Dovelike eyes, both mild and cruel ; 
 Montan swears. 
 In your lamps 
 
 He will die for to delight her. 
 Phoebe, yield. 
 Or I die : ^ Yrom 
 
 Shall true hearts be fancy's fuel ? Rosalind. 
 
 Thomas Morley (1557-1604) 
 
 APRIL is in my mistress' face. 
 And July m her eyes hath place ; 
 Within her bosom is September, 
 But in her heart a cold December. 
 
 From the First Book of Madrigals. 
 
 George Peele (1558-1598) 
 Farewell to Arms 
 
 IS golden locks time hath to silver turned: 
 
 O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing ! 
 His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, 
 
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 But spurned in vain ; youth waneth by increasing : 
 Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen ; 
 Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. 
 
 His helmet now shall make a hive for bees. 
 And. lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms, 
 
 A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees. 
 And feed on prayers, which are age his alms : 
 
 But though from court to cottage he depart. 
 
 His saint is sure of his unspotted heart. 
 
 And when he saddest sits in homely cell. 
 
 He 'II teach his swains this carol for a song. — 
 
 " Blessed be the hearts that wish my sovereign well. 
 Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong." 
 
 Goddess, allow this aged man his right. 
 
 To be your beadsman now that was your knight. 
 
 From Polyhymnia. 
 
 Robert Greene (1560-1592) 
 Weep not, My Wanton 
 
 WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; 
 When thou art old there 's grief enough for 
 thee. 
 Mother's wag. pretty boy, 
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 Father's sorrow, father's joy ; 
 When thy father first did see 
 Such a boy by him and me. 
 He was glad, I was woe ; 
 Fortune changed made him so. 
 When he left his pretty boy. 
 Last his sorrow, first his joy. 
 
 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; 
 When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. 
 
 Streaming tears that never stint. 
 
 Like pearl-drops from a flint. 
 
 Fell by course from his eyes. 
 
 That one another's place supplies; 
 
 Thus he grieved m every part. 
 
 Tears of blood fell from his heart. 
 
 When he left his pretty boy. 
 
 Father's sorrow, father's joy. 
 
 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; 
 When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. 
 
 The wanton smiled, father wept. 
 
 Mother cried, baby lept ; 
 
 More we crowed, more we cried. 
 
 Nature could not sorrow hide : 
 
 He must go, he must kiss 
 
 Child and mother, baby bliss, 
 
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 For he left his pretty boy. 
 
 Father's sorrow, father's joy. 
 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; 
 When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. 
 
 From Menaphon. 
 
 Jealoufy 
 
 WHEN gods had framed the sweet of women's 
 face. 
 And locked men's looks within their golden 
 hair. 
 That Phoebus blushed to see their matchless grace. 
 
 And heavenly gods on earth did make repair ; 
 To quip fair Venus' overweening pride. 
 Love's happy thoughts to jealousy were tied. 
 
 Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow ; 
 
 The amber sweet of love is turned to gall ; 
 Gloomy was heaven ; bright Phoebus did avow 
 
 He could be coy, and would not love at all. 
 Swearing, no greater mischief could be wrought 
 Than love united to a jealous thought, 
 
 From Ciceronis Amor. 
 
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 John Dowland (1562-1615) 
 
 Go crystal tears ! like to the morning showers. 
 And sweetly weep into thy lady's breast ! 
 And as the dews revive the drooping flowers. 
 So let your drops of pity be addrest ! 
 To quicken up the thoughts of my desert. 
 Which sleeps too sound whilst I from her depart. 
 
 Haste hapless sighs f and let your burning breath 
 Dissolve the ice of her indurate heart ! 
 
 "Whose frozen rigour, like forgetful Death, 
 Feels never any touch of my desert. 
 
 Yet sighs and tears to her I sacrifice 
 
 Both from a spotless heart and patient eyes. 
 
 From the First Book of Songs or Airs, 1597. 
 
 Michael Drayton (1563-1631) 
 
 Since There s no Help^ Come 
 let us Kifs and Part 
 
 SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part: 
 Nay. I have done ; you get no more of me ; 
 And I am glad — yea. glad with all my heart — 
 That thus so cleanly I myself can free. 
 
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 Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows ; 
 
 And when we meet at any time again 
 
 Be it not seen in either of our brows 
 
 That we one jot of former love retain. 
 
 Now, at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, 
 
 When Faith is kneeling at his bed of death. 
 
 And Innocence is closing up his eyes — 
 
 Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over 
 
 From death to life thou mightst him recover. 
 
 The Shepherd's Daffodil 
 
 GORBO, as thou cam'st this way 
 By yonder little hill. 
 
 Or as thou through the fields did'st stray, 
 Saw'st thou my daffodil ? 
 
 She 's in a frock of Lincoln-green, 
 The colour maids delight ; 
 And never hath her beauty seen 
 But through a veil of white. 
 
 Than roses richer to behold 
 That dress up lover's bowers ; 
 The pansy and the marigold 
 Are Phoebus' paramours. 
 
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 Thou well descnfc'st the dafodil. 
 It is not full an hour 
 Since by the spring near yonder hill 
 I saw that lovely flower. 
 
 Yet with my flower thou didst not meet. 
 Nor news of her dost bring ; 
 Yet is my daffodil more sweet 
 Than that by yonder spring. 
 
 I saw a shepherd, that doth keep 
 In yonder field of lilies, 
 "Was making (as he fed his sheep) 
 A wreath of daffodillies. 
 
 Yet, Corbo, thou delud'st me still. 
 My flower thou didst not see ; 
 For know, my pretty daffodil 
 Is worn by none but me. 
 
 To show itself but near her seat 
 No Illy is so bold : 
 Except to shade her from the heat. 
 Or keep her from the cold. 
 
 Through yonder vale as I did pass. 
 Descending from the hill, 
 I met a smirking bonny lass : 
 They call her Daffodil. 
 
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 Whose presence as along she went. 
 The pretty flowers did greet : 
 As though their heads they downward bent 
 With homage to her feet. 
 
 And all the shepherds that were nigh. 
 From top of every hill. 
 Unto the valleys loud did cry. 
 "There goes sweet Daffodil!" 
 
 Ay, gentle shepherd, now with joy 
 Thou all my flock dost fill : 
 Come, go with me. thou shepherd's boy. 
 Let us to Daffodil. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 Chriftopher Marlowe (1564-1593) 
 
 The PaJJionate Shepherd to His 
 
 Love 
 
 COME live with me and be my love. 
 And we will all the pleasures prove. 
 That hills and valleys, dale and field. 
 And all the craggv mountains yield. 
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 There will we sit upon the rocks. 
 And see the shepherds feed their flocks. 
 By shallow rivers, to whose falls 
 Melodious birds sing madrigals. 
 
 There will I make thee beds of roses 
 With a thousand fragrant posies, 
 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 
 Embroider'd all with leaves of mirtle ; 
 
 A gown made of the finest wool. 
 Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; 
 Fair lined slippers for the cold ; 
 With buckles of the purest gold : 
 
 A belt of straw, and ivy buds. 
 With coral clasps, and amber studs : 
 And, if these pleasures may thee move. 
 Then live with me, and be my love. 
 
 The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 
 For thy delight each May morning ; 
 If these delights thy mind may move. 
 Then live with me and be my love. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
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 Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) 
 
 The Nymph's I(eply 
 
 IF all the World and love were young. 
 And truth in every shepherd's tongue. 
 These pretty pleasures might me move 
 To live with thee, and be thy love. 
 
 But time drives flocks from field to fold. 
 When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold. 
 And Philomel becometh dumb. 
 And all complain of cares to come. 
 
 The flowers do fade, and wanton fields 
 To wayward Winter reckoning yields; 
 A honey tongue, a heart of gall. 
 Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. 
 
 Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses. 
 Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies. 
 Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten. 
 In folly ripe, in reason rotten. 
 
 Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds. 
 Thy coral clasps, and amber studs : 
 All these in me no means can move 
 To come to thee, and be thy love. 
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 From the painting by Zucchero
 
 Sir Walter Raleigh 
 
 But could youth last, and love still breed. 
 Had joys no date, nor age no need ; 
 Then those delights my mind might move 
 To live with thee, and be thy love. 
 
 From England's Helicon. 
 
 A Poefy to Prove Affedion is not 
 
 Love 
 
 CONCEIT, begotten by the eyes. 
 Is quickly born, and quickly dies; 
 For while it seeks our hearts to have. 
 Meanwhile there reason makes his grave : 
 For many things the eyes approve. 
 Which yet the heart doth seldom love. 
 
 For as the seeds, in spring-time sown. 
 Die m the ground ere they be grown; 
 Such is conceit, whose rooting fails. 
 As child that in the cradle quails. 
 Or else within the mother's womb 
 Hath his beginning and his tomb. 
 
 Affedion follows Fortune's wheels. 
 And Soon is shaken from her heels; 
 For following beauty or estate, 
 
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 Her liking still is turned to hate : 
 For all affections have their change. 
 And fancy only loves to range. 
 
 Desire himself runs out of breath 
 And, getting, doth but gam his death ; 
 Desire nor reason hath nor rest ; 
 And blind doth seldom choose the best : 
 Desire attained is not desire. 
 But as the cinders of the fire. 
 
 As ships in ports desired are drowned ; 
 As fruit, once ripe, then falls to ground ; 
 As flies that seek for flames are brought 
 To cinders by the flames they sought : 
 So fond desire when it attains. 
 The life expires, the woe remains. 
 
 And yet some poets fain would prove 
 Affedion to be perf ed love ; 
 And that desire is of that kind. 
 No less a passion of the mmd : 
 As if wild beasts and men did seek 
 To like, to love, to choose alike. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
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 The Lie 
 
 Go, soul, the body's guest. 
 Upon a thankless arrant ; 
 Fear not to touch the best. 
 The truth shall be thy warrant : 
 Co, since I needs must die. 
 And give the world the he. 
 
 Say to the Court, it glows. 
 And shines like rotten wood ; 
 
 Say to the Church, it shows 
 
 What's good, and doth no good : 
 
 If Church and Court reply. 
 Then give them both the he. 
 
 Tell Potentates they live 
 Ading by other's acition ; 
 
 Not loved unless they give. 
 Not strong but by a faction : 
 
 If Potentates reply. 
 Give Potentates the he. 
 
 Tell men of high condition. 
 
 That manage the estate. 
 Their purpose is ambition. 
 
 Their practice only hate : 
 And if they once reply. 
 
 Then give them all the he. 
 
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 Tell them that brave it most. 
 
 They beg for more by spending. 
 Who in their greatest cost 
 
 Seek nothing but commending : 
 And if they make reply. 
 
 Then tell them all they lie. 
 
 Tell zeal it wants devotion ; 
 
 Tell love it is but lust ; 
 Tell time it metes but motion : 
 
 Tell flesh It is but dust : 
 And wish them not reply. 
 
 For thou must give the lie. 
 
 Tell age it daily wasteth : 
 Tell honour how it alters; 
 
 Tell beauty how she blasteth ; 
 Tell favour how it falters : 
 
 And as they shall reply. 
 Give everyone the lie. 
 
 Tell wit how much it wrangles 
 In tickle points of niceness: 
 
 Tell wisdom she entangles 
 Herself m over-wiseness : 
 
 And when they do reply. 
 
 Straight give them both the lie. 
 
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 Tell physic of her boldness ; 
 
 Tell skill It IS pretension ; 
 Tell chanty of coldness ; 
 
 Tell law it IS contention ; 
 And as they do reply. 
 
 So give them still the lie. 
 
 Tell fortune of her blindness ; 
 
 Tell nature of decay ; 
 Tell friendship of unkmdness ; 
 
 Tell justice of delay : 
 And if they will reply. 
 
 Then give them all the lie. 
 
 Tell arts they have no soundness. 
 
 But vary by esteeming ; 
 Tell schools they want profoundness. 
 
 And stand too much on seeming: 
 If arts and schools reply. 
 
 Give arts and schools the lie. 
 
 Tell faith It 's fled the city : 
 Tell how the country erreth : 
 
 Tell manhood, shakes off pity ; 
 Tell virtue, least preferreth : 
 
 And if they do reply. 
 Spare not to give the lie.
 
 The Queen's Garland 
 
 So when thou hast, as I 
 
 Commanded thee, done blabbing ; 
 
 Although to give the lie. 
 
 Deserves no less than stabbing : 
 
 Stab at thee he that will. 
 No stab the soul can kill I 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
 William Shakefpeare (1564-1616) 
 The I(hyme of White and B,ed 
 
 fF she be made of white and red. 
 Her faults will ne'er be known. 
 For blushing cheeks by faults are bred. 
 And fears by pale white shown : 
 Then if she fears or be to blame. 
 
 By this you shall not know, 
 Fcr still her cheeks possess the same. 
 Which native she doth owe. 
 
 From Love's Labours Lost. 
 
 r 
 
 Y 
 
 You Spotted Snakes 
 
 OU spotted snakes with double tongue. 
 Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; 
 Newts, and blind -worms, do no wrong ; 
 
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 Come not near our fairy queen : 
 Philomel, with melody, 
 Smg in our sweet lullaby ; 
 Lulla, lulla. lullaby, lulla, lulla. lullaby; 
 Never harm. 
 Nor spell, nor charm. 
 Come our lovely lady nigh ; 
 So, good night, with lullaby. 
 
 Weaving spiders, come not here : 
 
 Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence ! 
 
 Beetles black, approach not near ; 
 
 Worm, nor snail, do no offence. 
 Philomel, with melody, etc. 
 
 From A Midsummer NigKt's Dream. 
 
 The Oufel-Cock, fo Black of 
 
 Hue 
 
 THE ousel-cock. So black of hue. 
 With orange-tawny bill. 
 The throstle with his note so true. 
 The wren with little quill ; 
 The finch, the sparrow, and the lark. 
 
 The plain song cuckoo gray. 
 Whose note full many a man doth mark. 
 And dares not answer nay. 
 
 From A Midsummer Night's Dream. 
 
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 Hark! Hark! the Lark at Heav- 
 en's Gate Sings 
 
 HARK ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings. 
 And Phoebus 'gins arise. 
 His steeds to water at those springs 
 On chaliced flowers that lies : 
 And winking Mary-buds begin 
 
 To ope their golden eyes ; 
 "With every thing that pretty is. 
 My lady sweet, arise ; 
 Arise, arise. 
 
 "Erom Cymbelinc. 
 
 Herds Epitaph 
 
 DONE to death by slanderous tongues 
 Was the Hero that here lies ; 
 Death, in guerdon of her wrongs. 
 Gives her fame which never dies : 
 So the life that died with shame. 
 Lives in death with glorious fame. 
 
 Yrom Much Ado about Nothing. 
 
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 Take^ O, Take Thofe Lips Away 
 
 TAKE. O, take those lips away. 
 That so sweetly were forsworn : 
 And those eyes, the break of day. 
 Lights that do mislead the morn : 
 But my kisses bring again. 
 
 Bring again ; 
 Seals of love but sealed in vain. 
 
 Sealed in vain. 
 from Measure for Measure. 
 
 Come^ Thou Monarch of the Vine 
 
 COME, thou monarch of the vine, 
 Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne ! 
 In thy vats our cares be drowned. 
 With thy grapes our hairs be crowned ; 
 Cup us. till the world go round. 
 Cup us. till the world go round ! 
 
 From Antony and Cleopatra. 
 
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 A Dirge 
 
 FULL fathom five thy father lies : 
 Of his bones are coral made ; 
 Those are pearls that were his eyes : 
 Nothing of him that doth fade 
 But doth suffer a sea-change 
 Into something rich and strange. 
 Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : 
 Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, feell. 
 
 From The Tempest. 
 
 Where the Bee Sucks^ there 
 Suck I 
 
 WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I ; 
 In a cowslip's bell I lie : 
 There I couch when owls do cry ; 
 On the bat's back I do fly 
 After summer merrily : 
 Merrily, merrily, shall I live now 
 Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. 
 
 From The Tempest. 
 
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 Crabbed Age and Youth 
 
 CRABBED Age and Youth 
 Cannot live together ; 
 Youth IS full of pleasance. 
 Age is full of care : 
 Youth like summer morn. 
 Age like winter weather. 
 Youth like summer brave. 
 Age like winter bare : 
 Youth is full of sport. 
 Age's breath is short ; 
 Youth is nimble. Age is lame : 
 Youth is hot and bold. 
 Age is weak and cold ; 
 Youth is wild, and Age is tame. 
 Age, I do abhor thee ! 
 Youth, I do adore thee ; 
 O, my love, my love is young : 
 Age, I do dcfie thee ; 
 Oh sweet shepherd, hie thee. 
 For methinks thou stayst too long. 
 
 From The Passionate Pilgtime, and Sonnets to 
 Sundry Notes of Musick (1599). 
 
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 Thomas Weelks 
 
 LADY, the birds right fairly 
 Are singing ever early ; 
 The lark, the thrush, the nightingale. 
 The make-sport cuckoo and the quail. 
 These sing of Love ! then why sleep ye ? 
 To love your sleep it may not be. 
 
 Yrom Madrigals of Five and Six parts (i6oo). 
 
 Thomas Campion (—1619) 
 / Care not for thefe Ladies 
 
 I CARE not for these ladies 
 That must be wooed and prayed. 
 Give me kind Amaryllis, 
 The wanton country maid : 
 Nature art disdaineth. 
 Her beauty is her own : 
 
 Her when we court and kiss. 
 She cries, " Forsooth, let go ! " 
 But when we come where comfort is. 
 She never will say "No." 
 
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 If I love Amaryllis. 
 
 She gives me fruit and flowers ; 
 
 But if we love these ladies. 
 We must give golden showers. 
 
 Give them gold that sell love. 
 
 Give me the nut-brown lass. 
 Who when we court and kiss. 
 She cries "Forsooth, let go!" 
 But when we come where comfort is. 
 She never will say "No." 
 
 These ladies must have pillows 
 
 And beds by strangers wrought; 
 Give me a bower of willows. 
 
 Of moss and leaves unbought ; 
 And fresh AmarvIIis, 
 With milk and honey fed. 
 
 Who when we court and kiss. 
 
 She cries "Forsooth, let go!" 
 
 But when we come where comfort is. 
 
 She never will say "No." 
 
 'From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs 
 (1601). 
 
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 Thou art not Fair 
 
 THOU art not fair, for all thy red and white. 
 For all those rosy ornaments in thee : 
 Thou art not sweet, tho' made of mere delight. 
 Nor fair, nor sweet — unless thou pity me. 
 I will not soothe thy fancies, thou shalt prove 
 That beauty is no beauty without love. 
 
 Yet love not me, nor seek not to allure 
 
 My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine; 
 
 Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, 
 
 I'll not be wrapped up in those arms of thine: 
 
 Now show It, if thou be a woman right, — - 
 Embrace and kiss and love me in despite. 
 
 From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs (i6oi). 
 
 When Thou ?nu/t home to Shades 
 of Underground 
 
 WHEN thou must home to shades of underground. 
 And there arrived, a new admired guest. 
 The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round. 
 White lope, blithe Helen, and the rest. 
 To hear the stories of thy finished love 
 From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move ; 
 
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 Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights. 
 Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make. 
 Of tourneys and great challenges of Knights, 
 And all these triumphs for thy beauty sake : 
 When thou hast told these honours done to thee. 
 Then tell. O tell, how thou didst murder me. 
 
 From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs (1601). 
 
 Blame not My Cheeks 
 
 BLAME not my cheeks, though pale with love they be ; 
 The kmdly heat unto my heart is flown 
 To cherish it that is dismayed by thee. 
 Who art so cruel and unsteadfast grown : 
 For Nature, called for by distressed hearts. 
 Negleds and quite forsakes the outward parts. 
 
 But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stained 
 Nurse not one spark of love within their hearts ; 
 
 And, when they woo, they speak with passion feigned. 
 For their fat love lies m their outward parts : 
 
 But in their breasts, where love his court should hold. 
 
 Poor Cupid sits and blows his nails for cold. 
 
 ¥rom Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs. 
 
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 I(ohert Jones 
 
 Fair Women like fair Jewels 
 
 Are 
 
 FAIR women like fair jewels are 
 Whose worth lies m opinion ; 
 To praise them all must be his care 
 Who goes about to win one ; 
 And when he hath her once obtained. 
 
 To her face he must her flatter. 
 But not to others, lest he move 
 Their eyes to level at her. 
 
 The way to purchase truth in love. 
 
 If such way there be any. 
 Must be to give her leave to rove. 
 
 And hinder one by many ; 
 Believe thou must that she is true. 
 
 When poisoned tongues do sting her; 
 Rich jewels bear the self-same hue 
 
 Worn upon any finger. 
 
 The perfedest of mind and shape 
 
 Must look for defamations ; 
 Live how they will, they cannot 'scape, 
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 Their persons are temptations : 
 Then let the world condemn my choice. 
 
 As laughing at my folly ; 
 If she be kind, the self -same voice 
 
 Is spread of the most holy. 
 
 From the Second Book of Songs and Airs (i6ot). 
 
 I(ichard Car /ton 
 Content 
 
 CONTENT thyself with thy estate. 
 Seek not to climb above the skies. 
 For often love is mixed with hate 
 And 'twixt the flowers the serpent lies : 
 Where fortune sends her greatest joys. 
 There once possesst they are but toys. 
 
 What thing can earthly pleasure give 
 That breeds delight when it is past ? 
 
 Or who so quietly doth live 
 
 But storms of care do drown at last ? 
 
 This is the loan of worldly hire. 
 
 The more we have the more desire. 
 
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 Wherefore I hold him best at ease 
 
 That lives content with his estate. 
 And doth not sail in worldly seas 
 
 Where Mine and Thine do breed debate : 
 This noble mind, even in a clown. 
 Is more than to possess a crown. 
 
 From Madrigals (1601). 
 
 Edmund Bolton 
 A Palinode 
 
 As withereth the primrose by the river. 
 As fadeth summer's-sun from gliding fountains. 
 As vanisheth the light-blown bubble ever. 
 As melteth snow upon the mossy mountains ; 
 So melts, so vanisheth, so fades, so withers. 
 The rose, the shine, the bubble, and the snow. 
 Of praise, pomp, glory, joy (which short life gathers). 
 Fair praise, vain pomp, sweet glory, brittle joy. 
 The withered primrose by the mourning river. 
 The faded summer's-sun from weeping fountains. 
 The light-blown bubble vanished for ever. 
 The molten snow upon the naked mountains. 
 Are emblems that the treasures we uplay 
 Soon wither, vanish, fade, and melt away. 
 
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 Fof as the snow, whose lawn did over-spread 
 
 Th' ambitious hills, which giant-Iike did threat 
 
 To pierce the heaven with their aspiring head. 
 
 Naked and bare doth leave their craggy seat ; 
 
 When as the bubble, which did empty fly 
 
 The dalliance of the undiscernM wind. 
 
 On whose calm rolling waves it did rely. 
 
 Hath shipwreck made, where it did dalliance find ; 
 
 And when the sunshine which dissolved the snow. 
 
 Coloured the bubble with a pleasant vary. 
 
 And made the rathe and timely primrose grow, 
 
 Swarth clouds with-drawn (which longer tinie do tarry) — 
 Oh what is praise, pomp, glory, joy. but so 
 As shine by fountains, bubbles, flowers, or snow ? 
 
 A, W, 
 
 Upon Beginningwithout Makingan End 
 
 BEGIN, and half is done, yet half undone remains; 
 Begin that half, and all is done, and thou art eased 
 of pains : 
 The second half is all again, new work must be begun. 
 Thus he that still begins, doth nothing but by halves. 
 And things half done, as good undone : half oxen are 
 
 but calves. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
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 A Fidion 
 How Cupid made a Nymph 
 wound Her f elf with his Arrows 
 
 I 
 
 T chanced of late a shepherd's swain. 
 That went to seek a strayed sheep. 
 Within a thicket on the plain. 
 Espied a dainty Nymph asleep. 
 
 Her golden hair o'erspread her face. 
 Her careless arms abroad were cast. 
 
 Her quiver had her pillow's place. 
 Her breast lay bare to every blast. 
 
 The shepherd stood, and gazed his fill ; 
 
 Nought durst he do, nought durst he say ; 
 When chance, or else perhaps his will. 
 
 Did guide the god of Love that way. 
 
 The crafty boy that sees her sleep. 
 
 Whom, if she waked, he durst not see. 
 Behind her closely seeks to creep. 
 
 Before her nap should ended be. 
 
 There come, he steals her shafts away. 
 And puts his own into their place ; 
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 A. W. 
 
 Nor dares he any longer stay. 
 
 But, ere she wakes, hies thence apace. 
 
 Scarce was he gone, when she awakes. 
 And spies the shepherd standing by ; 
 
 Her bended bow in haste she takes. 
 And at the simple swain let fly. 
 
 Forth flew the shaft, and pierced his heart. 
 That to the ground he fell with pain ; 
 
 Yet up again forthwith he start. 
 And to the Nymph he ran amain. 
 
 Amazed to see so strange a sight. 
 She shot, and shot, but all in vain : 
 
 The more his wounds, the more his might ; 
 Love yieldeth strength in midst of pain. 
 
 Her angry eyes are great with tears. 
 
 She blames her hands, she blames her skill ; 
 The bluntness of her shafts she fears. 
 
 And try them on herself she will. 
 
 Take heed, sweet Nymph ! try not the shaft ; 
 
 Each little touch will prick thy heart : 
 Alas ! thou knowest not Cupid's craft ; 
 
 Revenge is joy, the end is smart. 
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 Yet try she will, and prick some bare \ 
 Her hands were gloved, and next to hand 
 
 "Was that fair breast, that breast so rare 
 That made the shepherd senseless stand. 
 
 That breast she pricked, and through that breast 
 
 Love inds an entry to her heart : 
 At feeling of this new-come guest. 
 
 Lord ! how the gentle Nymph doth start ! 
 
 She runs not now, she shoots no more. 
 Away she throws both shafts and bow : 
 
 She seeks for that she shunned before. 
 She thinks the shepherd's haste too slow. 
 
 Though mountains meet not, lovers may ; 
 So others do, and so do they : 
 The god of Love sits on a tree. 
 And laughs that pleasant sight to see. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
 The Pajjionate Prifoner 
 
 YE walls that shut me up from sight of men. 
 Inclosed wherein alive I buried lie : 
 And thou sometime my bed. but now my den, 
 "Where, smothered up. the light of sun I fly : 
 
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 Oh ! shut yourselves ; each chink and crevice strain. 
 That none but you may hear me thus complain. 
 
 My hollow cries that beat thy stony side. 
 Vouchsafe to beat, but beat them back again ; 
 That when my grief hath speech to me denied. 
 Mine ears may hear the witness of my pain. 
 As for my tears, whose streams must ever last. 
 My silent couch shall drink them up as fast. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
 Thomas Bate/on 
 
 Mujic 
 
 MUSIC, some think, no music is 
 Unless she smg of clip and kiss. 
 And bring to wanton tunes " Fie. fie ! " 
 Or " Tih-ha. tah-ha ! " or " I 'II cry ! " 
 But let such rhymes no more disgrace 
 Music sprung of heavenly race. 
 
 Irom the First Set of English Madrigals (1604). 
 
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 Francis Beaumont (1586-1616) 
 
 Song for a Dance 
 
 SHAKE off youf heavy trance ! 
 And leap into a dance 
 Such as no mortals use to tread : 
 Fit only for Apollo 
 To play to, for the moon to lead. 
 And all the stars to follow ! 
 
 from The Masque of the Inner Temple 
 
 The Majkers called Away 
 
 YE should stay longer if we durst : 
 Away ! Alas that he that first 
 Cave Time wild wings to fly away — 
 Hath now no pov/er to make him stay ! 
 And though these games must needs be played, 
 I would this pair, when they are laid. 
 
 And not a creature nigh 'em. 
 Could catch his scythe, as he doth pass. 
 And clip his wings, and break his glass. 
 And keep him ever by 'em. 
 
 ^Tom The Masque of the Inner Temple. 
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 / \ / 
 
 Francis Beaumont 
 From the engraving by George Vertue
 
 Beaumont 6 Fletcher 
 
 F, Beaumont and J. Fletcher 
 No Medicine to Mirth 
 
 9f I'fIS mirth that fills the veins with blood, 
 I More than wine, or sleep, or food : 
 Let each man keep his heart at ease ; 
 No man dies of that disease. 
 He that would his body keep 
 From diseases, must not weep ; 
 But whoever laughs and sings. 
 Never he his body brings 
 Into fevers, gouts, or rheums. 
 Or Iingerly his lungs consumes ; 
 Or meets with aches m his bone. 
 Or catarrhs, or griping stone : 
 But contented lives for aye ; 
 The more he laughs, the more he may. 
 
 From The Knight of the Burning Pestle. 
 
 L 
 
 Afpatids Song 
 
 AY a garland on my hearse 
 
 Of the dismal yew : 
 Maidens, willow branches bear ; 
 Say, I died true. 
 
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 My love was false, but I was firm 
 
 From my hour of birth. 
 Upon my buried body lie 
 
 Lightly, gentle earth! 
 
 From The Maid's Tragedy. 
 
 John Fletcher (1564- 1616) 
 To Pan 
 
 ALL ye woods, and trees, and bowers. 
 All ye virtues and ye powers 
 That inhabit in the lakes. 
 In the pleasant springs or brakes. 
 Move your feet 
 
 To our sound. 
 Whilst we greet 
 All this ground 
 With his honour and his name 
 That defends our flocks from blame. 
 
 He is great, and he is just. 
 He is ever good, and must 
 Thus be honoured. Daffodillies, 
 Roses, pinks, and loved lilies. 
 Let us fling. 
 
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 ]ohn Fletcher 
 From the engraving by George Vertue
 
 John Fletcher 
 
 Whilst we sing. 
 
 Ever holy. 
 
 Ever holy. 
 Ever honoured, ever young ! 
 Thus great Pan is ever sung. 
 
 From The Faithful Shepherdess. 
 
 Farewell^ Falfe Love! 
 
 AWAY, delights ! go seek some other dwelling. 
 For I must die. 
 Farewell, false love ! thy tongue is ever telling 
 Lie after lie. 
 For ever let me rest now from thy smarts ; 
 Alas, for pity, go. 
 And fire their hearts 
 That have been hard to thee ! mine was not so. 
 
 Never again deluding love shall know me. 
 
 For I will die : 
 And all those griefs that think to overgrow me. 
 
 Shall be as I : 
 For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry, 
 
 "Alas, for pity stay. 
 
 And let us die 
 With thee ! men cannot mock us in the clay." 
 
 From The Captain. 
 
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 Thomas Heywood (—1636) 
 
 Y 
 
 Ye Little Birds that Sit and Sing 
 
 'E little birds that sit and sing 
 Amidst the shady valleys. 
 And see how Phillis sweetly walks 
 Within her garden alleys ; 
 Go. pretty birds, about her bower ; 
 Sing, pretty birds, she may not lower ; 
 Ah, me ! methinks I see her frown ! 
 Ye pretty wantons, warble. 
 
 Go, tell her through your chirping bills. 
 As you by me are bidden. 
 To her is only known my love. 
 Which from the world is hidden. 
 Go, pretty birds, and tell her so ; 
 See that your notes strain not too low. 
 For still, methinks, I see her frown ; 
 Ye pretty wantons, warble. 
 
 Go, tune your voices* harmony. 
 And sing, I am her lover ; 
 Strain loud and sweet, that every note 
 With sweet content may move her : 
 And she that hath the sweetest voice, 
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 Tell her I will not change my choice : 
 Yet siill. methinks, I see her frown ! 
 Ye pretty wantons, warble. 
 
 Oh, fly ! make haste ! see, see, she falls 
 Into a pretty slumber. 
 Sing round about her rosy bed. 
 That, waking, she may wonder. 
 Say to her, 'tis her lover true 
 That sendeth love to you, to you : 
 And when you hear her kind reply. 
 Return with pleasant warblings. 
 
 From Fair Maid of the Exchange. 
 
 Pack J Clouds J Away! 
 
 PACK, clouds, away, and welcome, day \ 
 "With night we banish sorrow. 
 Sweet air. blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft 
 To give my love good morrow. 
 Wings from the wind to please her mind. 
 Notes from the lark I '11 borrow : 
 Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, smg. 
 To give my love good morrow. 
 To give my love good morrow. 
 Notes from them all I 'II borrow. 
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 Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast ! 
 
 Sing, birds, in every furrow. 
 
 And from each bill let music shrill 
 
 Give my fair love good morrow. 
 
 Black-bird and thrush in every bush. 
 
 Stare,* linnet, and cock-sparrow. * Starling. 
 
 You pretty elves, amongst yourselves 
 
 Sing my fair love good morrow. 
 
 To give my love good morrow. 
 
 Sing, birds in every furrow. 
 
 From The Rape of Luctece. 
 
 Sir Henri/ Wotton (1567-1639) 
 The Charader of a Happij Life 
 
 How happy is he born or taught. 
 That serveth not another's will ; 
 Whose armour is his honest thought. 
 And simple truth his highest skill : 
 
 Whose passions not his masters are : 
 Whose soul IS still prepar'd for death ; 
 
 Not ty'd unto the world with care 
 Of princes' ear. or vulgar breath : 
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 ^ SMI MKM!V vvoirn.N 
 
 Sir Henry Wotton 
 From the painting by Cornelius Jansen
 
 s 
 
 Thomas Nashe 
 
 Who hath his life from rumours freed ; 
 
 Whose conscience is his strong retreat : 
 Whose state can neither flatterers feed. 
 
 Nor ruin make oppressors great : 
 
 Who envies none, whom chance doth raise. 
 
 Or vice : who never understood 
 How deepest wounds are given with praise 
 
 Nor rules of state, but rules of good ; 
 
 Who God doth late and early pray 
 More of his grace than gifts to lend : 
 
 And entertains the harmless day 
 With a well chosen book or friend. 
 
 This man is freed from servile bands 
 
 Of hope to rise, or fear to fall : 
 Lord of himself, though not of lands : 
 
 And having nothing, yet hath all. 
 
 From Reliquiae Wottonianac. 
 
 Thomas Nafhe (1567-1600) 
 Springy the Sweet Spring 
 
 PRING. the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant 
 
 king; 
 Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, 
 
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 Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. 
 Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo. 
 
 The palm and may, make country houses gay. 
 Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day. 
 And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay. 
 Cuckoo, jug, jug. pu we. to witta woo. 
 
 The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss ouf feet. 
 Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit. 
 In every street these tunes our ears do greet. 
 Cuckoo, jug, jug. pu we. to witta woo. 
 Spring, the sweet Spring. 
 
 From Summer's Last Will and Testament. 
 
 Fadin? Summer 
 
 o 
 
 FAIR summer droops, droop men and beasts there- 
 fore. 
 So fair a summer look for never more : 
 All good things vanish less than in a day. 
 Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. 
 
 Co not yet away, bright soul of the sad year. 
 The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear. 
 What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst. 
 Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? 
 
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 O trees, consume your sap in sorrow's source. 
 Streams, turn to tears your tributary course. 
 Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year. 
 The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear. 
 
 From Summer's Last Will and Testament 
 
 Thomas Dekker (1570-1641) 
 
 Lullabij 
 
 GOLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes. 
 Smiles awake you when you rise. 
 Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry. 
 And I will sing a lullaby : 
 Rock them, rock them, lullaby. 
 
 Care is heavy, therefore sleep you ; 
 You are care, and care must keep you : 
 Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry. 
 And I will sing a lullaby : 
 Rock them, rock them, lullaby. 
 
 From The Pleasant Comedy of Patient Grissell. 
 
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 Sir John Davies (1570-1626) 
 
 To Philomel. Sonnet ix. 
 
 Upon sending her a Gold Ring, with this Poesy, 
 pure anK ©nUlcss 
 
 IF you would know the love which I you bear. 
 Compare it to the ring which your fair hand 
 Shall make more precious, when you shall it wear : 
 So my love's nature you shall understand. 
 Is It of metal pure ? so you shall prove 
 My love, which ne'er disloyal thought did stain. 
 Hath It no end ? so endless is my love. 
 Unless you it destroy with your disdain. 
 Doth it the purer wax, the more 'tis tried? 
 So doth my love : yet herein they dissent. 
 That whereas gold, the more 'tis purified. 
 By waxing less, doth show some part is spent ; 
 My love doth wax more pure by your more trying. 
 And yet increaseth in the purifying. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody.
 
 Sir John Davies 
 
 Yet Other Twelve Wonders of 
 the World 
 
 L The Courtier 
 
 LONG have I lived at Court, yet learned not all 
 this while 
 To sell poor suitors, smoke : nor where I hate to smile ; 
 Superiors to adore, inferiors to despise. 
 To fly from such as fall, to follow such as rise : 
 To cloak a poor desire under a rich array. 
 Nor to aspire by vice, though 'twere the quicker way. 
 
 //. The Divine 
 
 MY calling is Divine, and I from Cod am sent ; 
 I will no chop-church be, nor pay my patron rent ; 
 Nof yield to sacrilege ; but, like the kind true mother. 
 Rather will lose all the child, than part it with another. 
 Much wealth I will not seek : nor worldly masters serve. 
 So to grow rich and fat, while my poor flock doth sterve. 
 
 ///. The Soldier 
 
 MY occupation is the noble trade of Kings, 
 The trial that decides the highest right of things ; 
 Though Mars my master be, I do not Venus love. 
 Nor honour Bacchus oft, nor often swear by Jove ; 
 Of speaking of myself I all occasion shun 
 And rather love to do, than boast what I have done. 
 
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 IV. The Lawyer 
 
 THE law my calling is ; my robe, my tongue, my pen 
 Wealth and opinion gain, and make me Judge of men. 
 The known dishonest cause I never did defend. 
 Nor spun out suits in length, but wished and sought an 
 
 end; 
 No counsel did bewray, nor of both parties take : 
 Nor ever took I fee for which I never spake. 
 
 V. The Physician 
 
 I STUDY to uphold the slippery state of man. 
 Who dies when we have done the best and all we can. 
 From practice and from books I draw my learned skill 
 Not from the known receipt of 'pothecaries' bill. 
 The earth my faults doth hide, the world my cures doth see ; 
 What youth and time efed is oft ascribed to me. 
 
 VI. The Merchant 
 
 rY trade doth everything to every land supply. 
 Discover unknown coasts, strange countries doth 
 ally; 
 I never will forestall. I never did engross. 
 Nor custom did withdraw, though I returned with loss. 
 I thrive by fair exchange, by selling and by buying. 
 And not by Jewish use, reprisal, fraud, or lying. 
 
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 VII. The Country Gentleman 
 
 THOUGH strange outlandish spirits praise towns, and 
 country scorn. 
 The country is my home, I dwell where I was born : 
 There profit and command with pleasure I partake. 
 Yet do not hawks and dogs my sole companions make. 
 I rule, but not oppress ; end quarrels, not maintain ; 
 See towns, but dwell not there t' abridge my charge or tram. 
 
 VIII. The Bachelor 
 
 HOW many things as yet are dear alike to me. 
 The fields, the horse, the dog. love. arms, or liberty ! 
 I have no wife as yet. whom I may call my own ; 
 I have no children yet, that by my name are known. 
 Yet if I married were, I would not wish to thrive. 
 If that I could not tame the veriest shrew alive. 
 
 IX. The Married Man 
 
 I ONLY am the man among all married men. 
 Who do not wish the priest to be unlinked agen ; 
 And though my shoe did wring, I would not make my 
 
 moan. 
 Nor think my neighbour's chance more happy than my own. 
 Yet court I not my wife, but yield observance due. 
 Being neither fond, nor cross, nor jealous, nor untrue. 
 
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 X The Wife 
 
 'T'HE first of all our sex came from the side of man, 
 ^ I thither am returned, from whence our sex began : 
 I do not visit oft, nor many, when I do ; 
 I tell my mind to few, and that in counsel too. 
 I seem not sick in health, nor sullen but in sorrow ; 
 I care for somewhat else than what to wear to-morrow. 
 
 XL The Widow 
 
 MY dying husband knew how much his death would 
 grieve me. 
 And therefore left me wealth to comfort and relieve me : 
 Though I no more will have, I will not love disdain ; 
 Penelope herself did suitors entertain. 
 And yet to draw on such as are of best esteem. 
 Nor younger than I am, nor richer will I seem. 
 
 XIL The Maid 
 
 I MARRIAGE would forswear, but that I hear men tell. 
 That she that dies a maid must lead an ape in hell. 
 Therefore if Fortune come, I will not mock and play. 
 Nor drive the bargain on till it be driven away. 
 Titles and lands I like, yet rather fancy can 
 A man that wanteth gold than gold that wants a man. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
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 }. Donne 
 
 John Donne (1573-1631) 
 
 Ode 
 
 That Time and Absence proves 
 Rather helps than hurts to loves. 
 
 ABSENCE, hear thou my protestation. 
 Against thy strength. 
 Distance, and length : 
 Do what thou canst for alteration. 
 For hearts of truest mettle 
 Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. 
 
 Who loves a mistress of such quality. 
 
 He soon hath found 
 
 Affetition's ground 
 Beyond time, place, and all mortality. 
 
 To hearts that cannot vary. 
 
 Absence is present. Time doth tarry. 
 
 My senses want their outward motions. 
 
 Which now within 
 
 Reason doth win. 
 Redoubled in her secret notions : 
 
 Like rich men that take pleasure 
 
 In hiding, more than handling treasure. 
 
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 By absence this good means I gain. 
 
 That I can catch her. 
 
 Where none can watch her. 
 In some close corner of my brain. 
 
 There I embrace and kiss her ; 
 
 And so I both enjoy and miss her. 
 
 From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody. 
 
 Ben Jon/on (1575-1637) 
 S/oWy Slow, jrefh Fount 
 
 I LOW, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears ; 
 Yet slower, yet : O faintly, gentle springs ; 
 List to the heavy part the music bears. 
 Woe weeps out her division when she sings. 
 Droop herbs and flowers. 
 Fall grief in showers. 
 Our beauties are not ours ; 
 O. I could still. 
 Like melting snow upon some craggy hill. 
 
 Drop, drop. drop. drop. 
 Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil. 
 
 from Cynthia's Revels. 
 
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 Ben Jonson 
 The Glove 
 
 THOU more than most sweet glove. 
 Unto my more sweet love. 
 Suffer me to store with kisses 
 This empty lodging that now misses 
 The pure rosy hand that ware thee. 
 Whiter than the kid that bare thee. 
 Thou art soft, but that was softer ; 
 Cupid's self hath kissed it ofter 
 Than e'er he did his mother's doves. 
 Supposing her the queen of loves. 
 That was thy mistress, best of gloves. 
 
 Ytow. Cynthia's Revels. 
 
 Hymn to Diana 
 
 QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair. 
 Now the sun is laid to sleep. 
 Seated in thy silver chair. 
 State in wonted manner keep : 
 Hesperus entreats thy light. 
 Goddess excellently bright. 
 
 Earth, let not thy envious shade 
 Dare itself to interpose ; 
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 Cynthia's shining orb was made 
 Heaven to clear when day did close : 
 Bless us then with wished sight. 
 Goddess excellently bright. 
 
 Lay thy bow of pearl apart. 
 
 And thy crystal shining quiver ; 
 
 Give unto the flying hart 
 
 Space to breathe, how short soever : 
 
 Thou that makest day of night. 
 
 Goddess excellently bright. 
 
 From Cynthia's Revels. 
 
 Simp/ex Munditiis 
 
 STILL to be neat, still to be drest. 
 As you were going to a feast ; 
 Still to be powdered, still perfumed ; 
 Lady, it is to be presumed. 
 Though art's hid causes are not found. 
 All is not sweet, all is not sound. 
 
 Give me a look, give me a face. 
 That makes simplicity a grace ; 
 Robes loosely flowing, hair as free ; 
 Such sweet neglect more taketh me 
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 From the engraving by George Vertue 
 after the painting by Gerard Honthorst
 
 Ben Jonson 
 
 Than all the adulteries of art ; 
 
 They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. 
 
 From Epicsne. or the Silent Woman. 
 
 Buzz, and Hum 
 
 Buzz ! quoth the Blue-Fly. 
 Hum ! quoth the Bee ; 
 Buzz and hum ! they cry. 
 And so do we. 
 In his ear ! in his nose ! 
 Thus, — do you see? 
 He ate the Dormouse — 
 Else It was he. 
 
 Yrom The Masque of Oberon. 
 
 So White, fo Soft^fo Sweet, is She 
 
 H #*****#** 
 AVE you seen but a bright lily grow 
 Before rude hands have touched it? 
 Have you marked but the fall of the snow 
 Before the soil hath smutched it? 
 Have you felt the wool of the beaver. 
 Or swan's-down ever ? 
 
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 Or have smelt o' the tud of the brief. 
 
 Or the nard in the fire ? 
 Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? 
 O so white, O so Soft. O so sweet is she ! 
 
 From The Devil is an Ass. 
 
 To Celia 
 
 iRINK to me only with thine eyes. 
 And I will pledge with mine. 
 Or leave a kiss withm the cup. 
 And I'll not ask for wine. 
 The thirst that from the soul doth rise 
 
 Doth ask for drink divine. 
 But might I of Jove's nedar sip, 
 I would not change for thine. 
 
 I sent thee late a rosy wreath. 
 
 Not so much honouring thee. 
 As giving it a chance that there 
 
 It would not withered be : 
 But thou thereon did'st only breathe. 
 
 And sent it back to me. 
 Since when, it grows and smells, I swear. 
 
 Not of Itself, but thee. 
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 Anthony Nixon 
 
 Epitaph on Mary Sidney^ Coun- 
 tefs of Pembroke 
 
 UNDERNEATH this sable hearse 
 Lies the subjecil of all verse, 
 Sidney's sister — Pembroke's mother — 
 Death, ere thou hast slain another. 
 Fair and wise and good as she. 
 Time shall throw his dart at thee. 
 
 Anthony Nixon 
 Memorial of Queen Elizabeth 
 
 HER scepter was the rule of righteousness ; 
 Her subjeds more for love than fear obeyed : 
 Her government seemed perfed blessedness ; 
 Her mercy with her justice ever swayed : 
 Her bounty, grace, and magnanimity 
 Her princely mind did plainly signify. 
 
 She was the golden pipe, through which great Jove 
 Derived to us the blessings manifold : 
 She was the token of his tender love. 
 Cheering the hearts of all, both young and old : 
 
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 She hath extinguished all the misty days. 
 
 And brought a light more bright than Phcrbus* rays. 
 
 That glorious light, which did illuminate 
 Our hearts, which long in darkness had remained. 
 To make us of true light participate. 
 Whereby our steps from darkness are refrained. 
 How greatly are we bound to praise the Lord 
 For this great blessing of his sacred word ! 
 
 From Elisac's Mcmoriall. 
 
 FINIS
 
 INDEX TO AUTHORS 
 
 "With first Lines of their Poems 
 
 Anonymous 
 
 Loe here the pearle 2 
 Once I thought, but falsely thought 18 
 O Night, O jealous Night, repugnant to my meas- 
 ures i^ 
 
 A. W. 
 
 Begin, and half is done, yet half undone remains 67 
 It chanced of late a shepherd's swain 68 
 
 Ye walls that shut me up from sight of men 70 
 
 Barley, William 
 
 Those eyes that set my fancy on a fire 17 
 
 Bate f on ^ Thomas 
 
 Music, some think, no music is 71 
 
 Beaumont^ Francis (1586-1616) 
 
 Shake off your heavy trance 72 
 
 Ye should stay longer if we durst 72 
 
 Beaumont tS Fletcher 
 
 Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood 73 
 
 Lay a garland on my hearse n-\ 
 
 Bolton^ Edmund 
 
 As withereth the primrose by the river 66 
 
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 Breton^ Nicholas (1545-1626) 
 
 In the merry month of May 13 
 
 Good Muse, rock me asleep 15 
 
 Ryrd^ William (1538-1623) 
 
 My mind to me a Kingdom is lo 
 
 Upon a summer's day Love went to swim 13 
 
 Campion^ Thomas (—1619) 
 
 I care not for these ladies 60 
 
 Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white 62 
 
 When thou must home to shades of underground 62 
 Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they 
 
 be 63 
 
 Carlton^ Richard 
 
 Content thyself with thy estate 65 
 
 Daviesj Sir John (1570-1626) 
 
 If you would know the love which I you bear 82 
 
 Long have I lived at Court, yet learned not all this 
 while 83 
 
 Del^ker^ Thomas (1570-1641) 
 
 Golden slumbers kiss your eyes 8i 
 
 Donne^ John (1573-163') 
 
 Absence, hear thou my protestation 87 
 
 Dow/and^ John (1562-1615) 
 
 Go crystal tears ! like to the morning showers 43 
 
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 Drayton, Michael (1563-1631) 
 
 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 43 
 
 Corbo, as thou cam'st this way 44 
 
 Elizabeth^ Queen (1533-1603) 
 
 The doubt of future foes 5 
 
 Oh. Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering state 7 
 
 Fairfax^ Edward (—1632) 
 
 Wit's rich Triumph. Wisdom's Clory i 
 
 Fletcher^ John (15641616) 
 
 All ye woods, and trees, and bowers 74 
 
 Away, delights ! go seek some other dwelling 75 
 
 Greene^ liobert (15601592) 
 
 Weep not. my wanton, smile upon my knee 40 
 
 When gods had framed the sweet of women's face 42 
 
 Hey wood ^ Thomas (—1636) 
 
 Ye little birds that sit and sing 76 
 
 Pack, clouds, away, and welcome, day 77 
 
 Jonefy Robert 
 
 Fair women like fair jewels are 64 
 
 Jon/on, Ben (1575-^637) 
 
 Slow. slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt 
 
 tears 88 
 
 Thou more than most sweet glove 89 
 
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 Queen, and huntress, chaste and fair 89 
 
 Still to be neat, still to be drest 90 
 
 Buzz! quoth the Blue-Fly 91 
 
 Have you seen but a bright Iily grow 91 
 
 Drink to me only with thine eyes 92 
 
 Underneath this sable hearse 93 
 
 Lodge^ Thomas (1555-1625) 
 
 Love in my bosom like a bee 35 
 
 First shall the heavens want starry light 37 
 
 Phoebe sat 38 
 
 A^^j John (i534-'6oo) 
 
 Cupid and my Campaspe played 7 
 
 My Daphne's hair is twisted gold 8 
 
 Marlowe^ Chriftopher (1564-1593) 
 
 Come live with me and be my love 46 
 
 Morley^ Thomas (1557-1604) 
 
 April is in my mistress' face 39 
 
 Munday, Antony (1553-^633) 
 
 Beauty sat bathing by a spring 24 
 
 Mundi/^ John 
 
 Were I a king. I might command content 17 
 
 Nafhe^ Thomas (1567-1600) 
 
 spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 79 
 Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts there- 
 fore 80 
 
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 Nixon ^ AnthonTj 
 
 Her scepter was the rule of righteousness 93 
 
 Peele, George (1558-1598) 
 
 His golden locks time hath to silver turned 39 
 
 B^aleigh^ Sir Walter (1552-1618) 
 
 If all the World and love were young 48 
 
 Conceit, begotten by the eyes 49 
 
 Co, soul, the body's guest 51 
 
 Sackville^ Thomas^ Ear I of Dor fet 
 
 (1536-1608) 
 
 Mydnyght was cum, and every vitall thing 9 
 
 Shakefpeare^ William (1564-1616) 
 
 If she be made of white and red 54 
 
 You spotted snakes with double tongue 54 
 
 The ousel-cock, so black of hue 55 
 
 Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings 56 
 
 Done to death by slanderous tongues 56 
 
 Take. O. take those lips away 57 
 
 Come, thou monarch of the vine 57 
 
 Full fathom five thy father lies 58 
 
 Where the bee sucks, there suck I 58 
 
 Crabbed Age and Youth 59 
 
 Sidney^ Mary ^ Countefs of Pem- 
 broke (1557-1621) 
 
 I sing divine Astrea's praise 25 
 
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 Sidney^ Sir Philip (1554-1586) 
 
 Phoebus, farewell ! a sweeter Saint I serve 28 
 
 My true love hath my heart, and I have his 29 
 
 Come, shepherds' weeds, become your master's mind 29 
 
 We love, and have our loves rewarded 30 
 
 Fair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I 3 1 
 
 High way, since you my chief Parnassus be 31 
 
 Join mates in mirth to me 32 
 
 Spenfer^ Edmund (155 2-1599) 
 
 Ye tradeful Merchants that with weary toil 2 1 
 
 Shepherds that wont on pipes of oaten reed 2 1 
 
 One day I wrote her name upon the strand 22 
 
 But if ye saw that which no eyes can see 23 
 
 Weelks^ Thomas 
 
 Lady, the birds right fairly 60 
 
 Wotton^ Sir Henri/ (1567-1639) 
 
 How happy is he born or taught 78 
 
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 THE TABLE 
 
 or. Index to first Lines 
 
 A 
 
 A bsence. hear thou my protestation {Donne) 87 
 
 All ye woods, and trees, and bowers {Fletcher) 74 
 
 April is in my mistress' face {Morley) 39 
 
 As withereth the primrose by the river {Bolton) 66 
 
 Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling 
 
 {Fletcher) 75 
 
 B 
 
 I>eauty sat bathing by a spring {Antony Munday) 24 
 Begin, and half is done, yet half undone remains 
 
 (A. W.) 67 
 Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they 
 
 be {Campion) 63 
 
 But if ye saw that which no eyes can see {Spenser) 23 
 
 Buzz! quoth the Blue-Fly {Jonson) 91 
 
 c 
 
 #^ome live with me and be my love {Marlowe) 46 
 Come, shepherds* weeds, become your master's 
 
 mind {Sidney) 29 
 
 Come, thou monarch of the vine {Shakespeare) 57 
 
 Conceit, begotten by the eyes {PMleigh) 49 
 
 Content thyself with thy estate {Carlton) 65 
 
 Crabbed Age and Youth {Shakespeare) 59 
 
 Cupid and my Campaspe played {Lyly) 7 
 
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 D 
 
 "Tjone to death by slanderous tongues (Shake- 
 speare) t6 
 Drink to me only with thine eyes (Jonson) 92 
 
 "pair eyes, sweet lips, dear heart, that foolish I 
 
 (Sidney) 31 
 Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts there- 
 fore (Nashe) 80 
 Fair women like fair jewels are (Jones) 64 
 First shall the heavens want starry light (Lodge) 37 
 Full fathom five thy father lies (Shakespeare) 58 
 
 r^o crystal tears! like to the morning showers 
 
 (Dowland) 43 
 
 Golden slumbers kiss your eyes (Dekker) 81 
 
 Good Muse, rock me asleep (Breton) 15 
 
 Gorbo, as thou cam'st this way (Drayton) 44 
 
 Go, soul, the body's guest (Raleigh) 51 
 
 H 
 
 "Oark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 
 
 (Shakespeare) 56 
 
 Have you seen but a bright lily grow (/onson) 91 
 
 Her scepter was the rule of righteousness (Nixon) 93 
 
 High way. since you my chief Parnassus be (Sidney) 3 1 
 
 His golden locks time hath to silver turned (Peele) 39 
 
 How happy is he born or taught ( Wotton) 78 
 
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 Index to First Lines 
 
 T cafe not for these ladies (Campion) 60 
 
 If all the World and love were young (Raleigh) 48 
 
 If she be made of white and red (Shakespeare) 54 
 If you would know the love which I you bear 
 
 (Dacies) 82 
 
 In the merry month of May (Breton) 13 
 
 I sing divine Astrea's praise (Mary Sidney) 25 
 
 It chanced of late a shepherd's swam (A. W.) 68 
 
 I 
 
 oin mates in mirth to me (Sidney) 32 
 
 L 
 
 T ady. the birds right fairly ( Weelks) 60 
 
 Lay a garland on my hearse (Beaumont and 
 
 Fletcher) 73 
 
 Loe here the pearle (Anonymous) 2 
 
 Long have I lived at Court, yet learned not all this 
 
 while (Dacies) 83 
 
 Love in my bosom like a bee (Lodge) 35 
 
 M 
 
 'KMvsic. some think, no music is (Bateson) 71 
 
 My Daphne's hair is twisted gold (Lyly) 8 
 
 Mydnyght was cum, and every vitall thing (Sack- 
 
 cille) 9 
 
 My mind to me a Kingdom is (Byrd) 10 
 
 My true love hath my heart, and I have his (Sid- 
 ney) 29 
 
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 o 
 
 l^h. Fortune ! how thy restlesse -wavering state 
 
 (Queen Elizabeth) j 
 
 O Night, O jealous Night, repugnant to my meas- 
 ures (Anonymous) 19 
 Once I thought, but falsely thought (Anonymous) 1 8 
 One day I wrote her name upon the strand 
 (Spenser) 22 
 
 P 
 l>ack. clouds, away, and welcome, day (Hey- 
 
 icood) 77 
 
 Phoebe sat (Lodge) 38 
 
 Phcrbus. farewell ! a sweeter Saint I serve (Sidney) 28 
 
 Q 
 
 /^ueen, and huntress, chaste and fair (Jonson) 89 
 
 s 
 
 Ohake off your heavy trance (Beaumont) 72 
 
 Shepherds that wont on pipes of oaten reed 
 
 (Spenser) 2 1 
 
 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part 
 
 (Drayton) 43 
 
 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt 
 
 tears (Jonson) 88 
 
 Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king 
 
 (Nashe) 79 
 
 Still to be neat, still to be drest (Jonson) 90 
 
 r 
 
 ake, O, take those lips away (Shakespeare) 57 
 The doubt of future foes (Queen Elizabeth) 5 
 
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 Index to First Lines 
 
 The ousel-cock, so black of hue (Shakespeare) 55 
 
 Those eyes that set my fancy on a fire (Barhy) 17 
 Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white 
 
 (Campion) 62 
 Thou more than most sweet glove (Jonson) 89 
 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood (Beau- 
 mont and Fletcher) 73 
 
 u 
 
 T Tnderneath this sable hearse (/onson) 93 
 
 Upon a summer's day Love went to swim 
 (Byrd) 13 
 
 W 
 
 TY7eep not. my wanton, smile upon my knee 
 
 (Greene) 40 
 
 We love, and have our loves rewarded (Sidney) 30 
 Were I a king, I might command content (John 
 
 Mundy) 1 7 
 
 When gods had framed the sweet of women's face 
 
 (Greene) 42 
 
 When thou must home to shades of underground 
 
 (Campion) 62 
 
 Where the bee sucks, there suck I (Shakespeare) 58 
 Wit's rich Triumph. Wisdom's Glory (Fairfax) i 
 
 Y 
 
 "Ve little birds that sit and sing (Heyicood) 76 
 
 Ye should stay longer if we durst (Beaumont) 72 
 
 Ye tradeful Merchants that with weary Xoi\(Spenser) 2 1 
 
 Ye walls that shut me up from sight of men (A. W.) 70 
 You spotted snakes with double tongue (Shake- 
 
 speare) 54 
 
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