XIV LOVE THE ONLY STUDENT STUDY me how to please the eye indeed By fixing it upon a fairer eye, Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, Study is like the heaven's glorious sun That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks : Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Too much to know is to know nought but fame, XV THE PERJURIES OF LOVE DID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye, 'Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument, Persuade my heart to this false perjury? Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment. A woman I forswore; but I will prove, Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee. My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love; Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me. Vows are but breath, and breath a vapour is : Then thou, fair Sun, which on my earth dost shine, Exhalest this vapour-vow; in thee it is: If broken, then, it is no fault of mine: If by me broke, what fool is not so wise XVI THE LONGING THAT CANNOT BE UTTERED ON a day-alack the day !— ΟΝ Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, That the Lover, sick to death, Wish himself the heaven's breath. -Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow; But, alack, my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn; Vow, alack, for youth unmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet ! Do not call it sin in me, That I am forsworn for thee; Juno but an Ethiope were, Turning mortal for thy love. XVII EPITHALAMIUM THEN is there mirth in Heaven, Atone together! Good duke, receive thy daughter : Hymen from heaven brought her, Yea, brought her hither, That thou mightest join her hand with his Whose heart within his bosom is. SONG Wedding is great Juno's crown : O blesséd bond of board and bed! 'Tis Hymen peoples every town; High Wedlock then be honoured: Honour, high honour and renown, To Hymen, god of every town! XVIII SONG OF BLESSING HONOUR, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you. Earth's increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty Vines with clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burthen bowing; Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest! |