Goune made of gray, and skin softe as silke,

Breath as sweet as morning milke ;

O, these more please !

These hath my Jone to delight me:

False wiles, courte-smiles,

None of these hath Jone to despight me.

LXII.

SYMPTOMS OF LOVE.

[From "The Muses Gardin.” 1610.]

ONCE did my thoughts both ebb and flow,
As passion did them move;
Once did I hope, straight fear again,
And then I was in love.

Once did I waking spend the night,

And told how many minutes move, Once did I wishing waste the day, And then I was in love.

Once by my carving true loves knot,
The weeping trees did prove,

That wounds and tears were both our lots,
And then I was in love.

Once did I breath another's breath,

And in my mistress move,

Once was I not mine own at all,
And then I was in love.

Once wore I bracelets made of hair,
And collars did approve;

Once

were my cloaths made out of wax,

And then I was in love.

Once did I sonnet to my saint,
My soul in numbers mov'd;
Once did I tell a thousand lies,
And then I was in love.

Once in my ear did dangling hang

A little turtle dove,
Once, in a word, I was a fool,

And then I was in love.

LXIII.

THE SHEPHERD'S LOVE FOR PHILLIDAY,

[From the Muses Garden.]

THERE was a shepherd that did live,
And held his thoughts as high,

As were the mounts whereon his flocks
Did hourly feed him by.

He from his youth, his tender youth,
Which was unapt to keep

Or hopes, or fears, or loves, or cares,
Or thoughts but of his sheep;

Did with his dog as shepherds do,
For shepherds wanting wit

Devise some sports, though foolish sports,

Yet sports for shepherds fit.

The boy that yet was but a boy,

And so desires were hid,

Did grow a man, and men must love,
And love this shepherd did.

He loved much, none can too much

Love one so high divine

As but herself, none but herself

So fair, so fresh, so fine,

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He vowed by his shepherd's weed,
An oath which shepherds keep,
That he would follow Phillyday
Before a flock of sheep.

LXIV.

"The Maidens Complaint of her Loves inconstancie, Shewing it forth in every degree:

Shee being left as one forlorne,

With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne

And seemes for to lament and mourne."

To a delicate new tune.

You maids and wives, and women kind,
Give ear and you shall hear my mind,
Wherein I'll shew most perfectly
A false young man's inconstancy:
For which I sigh, and sob, and weep,
To see false men no faith can keep.

I love where I have cause to hate,
Such is my foolish fickle state,
My time I spend in grief and woe,
Which sure will be my overthrow,

I sigh and sob, and then do weep,
For that false men no faith can keep.

My love to me doth prove untrue,
And seems to bid me now adieu,
O hatefull wretch and most unkind
To bear so false and wicked mind!
It makes me sigh, and sob, and weep,
To see false men no faith can keep.

He's fled and gone for which I grieve,
I wish no maiden him believe,
For he with tempting speeches will
Seek others now for to beguile,
That they with me may sigh and weep,
And say that men no faith can keep.

Shall I be bound that may be free,
Shall I love them that love not me,
Why should I thus seem to complain,
I see I cannot him obtain,

Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weep
To see that men no faith can keep.

O shall I weep or shall I sing,
I know not which will fit mourning,
If that I weep 't will bring me pain,
If that I sing 't will ease my brain