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Fair was that face as break of dawn,
thy hushed heart with visions wrought
J. WILSON (“CHRISTOPHER NORTH').
1071. AMARYLLIS I DID WOO
AMARYLLIS I did woo ;
G. WITHER (The Mistress of Philarete).
1072. BEHOLD THE SUN THAT SEEMED BUT NOW
BEHOLD the sun, that seemed but
Enthronèd overhead, Beginning to decline below
The globe whereon we tread ;
With comfort and delight,
And leave us to the night.
Thus time, unheeded, steals away
The life which nature gave ;
Declining to the grave;
Whereon we set our heart;
Lord ! though the sun forsake our sight,
And mortal hopes are vain,
Within our souls remain ;
Vouchsafe those rays divine,
1073. I LOVED A LASS, A FAIR ONE I LOVED a lass, a fair one,
In summer time or winter As fair as e'er was seen ;
She had her heart's desire ; She was indeed a rare one,
I still did scorn to stint her Another Sheba Queen !
From sugar, sack, or fire ; But, fool as then I was,
The world went round about, I thought she loved me too : No cares we ever knew : But now, alas ! she's left me, But now, alas ! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo.
Falero, lero, loo. Her hair like gold did glister, As we walked home together
Each eye was like a star, At midnight through the town, She did surpass her sister, To keep away the weather
Which passed all others far; O'er her I'd cast my gown. She would me honey call, No cold my love should feel,
She'd,-oh she'd kiss me too : Whate'er the heavens could do ; But now, alas ! she's left me, But alas ! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo.
Falero, lero, loo.
Like doves we should be billing, Many a merry meeting
And clip and kiss so fast ; My love and I have had ;
Yet she would be unwilling She was my only sweeting,
That I should kiss the last. She made my heart full glad ; | They're Judas-kisses now, The tears stood in her eyes Like to the morning dew :
Since that they proved untrue ;
For now, alas ! she's left me, But now, alas! she's left me,
Falero, lero, loo. Falero, lero, loo.
To maidens' vows and swearing Her cheeks were like the cherry, Henceforth no credit give
Her skin as white as snow; You may give them the hearing When she was blithe and merry, But never them believe ;
She angel-like did show ; They are as false as fair, Her waist exceeding small,
Unconstant, frail, untrue : The fives did fit her shoe : For mine, alas ! hath left me, But now, alas ! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo. Falero, lero, loo.
LET who list, for me, advance Let all times, both present, past, The admired flowers of France, And the age that shall be last, Let who will praise and behold Vaunt the beauties they bring The reserved marigold ;
forth. Let the sweet-breathed violet now I have found in one such worth, Unto whom she pleaseth bow; That content I neither care And the fairest lily spread What the best before me were ; Where she will her golden head ; Nor desire to live and see I have such a flower to wear Who shall fair hereafter be ; That for those I do not care. For I know the hand of Nature
Will not make a fairer creature. G. WITHER (The Mistress of Philarete).
1075. SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR
SHALL I, wasting in despair,
If she be not so to me
Should my heart be grieved or
If she be not so to me,
Shall a woman's virtues move
If she be not such to me
What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die ? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would
And unless that mind I see,
Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
For if she be not for me,
1076. SWEET BABY, SLEEP
SWEET baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
What ails my darling thus to cry?
To hear me sing thy lullaby :
The King of kings, when He was born,
Had not so much for outward ease ;
Nor such like swaddling-clothes as these.
Within a manger lodged thy Lord,
Where oxen lay, and asses fed :
An easy cradle or a bed.
1077. WHAT PEARLS, WHAT RUBIES
What pearls, what rubies can See if all of them presents
tents; When in sweet discourse they Or, if you from them can take move,
Aught that may a beauty make, Or her lovelier teeth, the while Shall one half so pleasing prove, She doth bless him with a smile ? As is hers whom you do love.
Stars indeed fair creatures be ; Yet amongst us where is he
Note the beauty of an eyeJoys not more the while he lies
And if aught you praise it by Sunning in his mistress' eyes,
Leave such passion in your mind, Than in all the glimmering light
Let my reason's eye be blind. Of a starry winter's night?
Mark if ever red or white
Anywhere gave such delight Look on moon, on stars, on sun, As when they have taken place All God's creatures overrun, In a worthy woman's face.
G. WITHER (The Mistress of Philarete).
1078. TO A KISS
1079. TO A FISH OF THE BROOKE
I have no wicked hooke
And dragge thee from the brooke.
For Nature unto thee
As she hath done for me.
Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, a wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the raskall in !
1080. TO MARY If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee ;
That thou couldst mortal be:
The time would e'er be o'er,
And thou shouldst smile no more !
And think 'twill smile again ;
That I must look in vain.
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ;
Sweet Mary, thou art dead !