Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er fo witty; THE SHEPHERD's DESCRIPTION of LOVE. 66 SHEPHERD, what's love? I pray thee, tell!" It is that fountain, and that well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell; "Yet, what is love? I pray thee, fay!" It is a work on holiday; It is December match'd with May, When lufty woods, in fresh array, Hear, ten months after, of the play; And this is love, as I hear say. "Yet, what is love? good shepherd, faine?” It is a funshine mix'd with rain; It is a tooth-ach, or like pain; N The lafs faith, No, and would full fain! "Yet, fhepherd, what is love, I pray?" It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray; It is a thing will foon away; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may, And this is love, as I hear say. "Yet, what is love? good fhepherd, show!" VERSES FOUND IN HIS BIBLE. EVEN fuch is time; which takes in truft And from which grave, and earth, and duft, P IMITATION OF MARLOW. COME live with me, and be my And we will revel all the year, dear, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, Where fragrant air breeds fweeteft gales. There fhall you have the beauteous pine, The feat at your disport shall be, Where filver fands, and pebbles, fing Eternal ditties with the fpring. There shall you see the nymphs at play, And how the fatyrs spend the day; The fishes gliding on the fands, Offering their bellies to your hands. The birds with heavenly-tuned throats, Poffefs wood's echo with fweet notes; Which to your fenfes will impart A mufic to inflame the heart. Upon the bare and leafless oak, In bowers of laurel, trimly dight, Ten thousand glow-worms fhall attend, And all their sparkling lights shall spend, All to adorn and beautify Your lodging with more majesty Then in mine arms will I inclofe Thus, as we pass the welcome night If these may serve for to entice |