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To be sin's author, and sin's sharp reprover.
Or that he hath not power to avenge his teen ?
So were your valour and rare deeds you boast,
If that you private conference intreat me; I apprehend you, and you cannot cheat me : I know the meaning, durst I yield thereto, Of what you would confer, what you would you do. You are too forward, you too far would wade ; But yet (God knows) your harvest's in the blade. My tired pen shall here its labour end ; A guilty sense in thievish lines I send. Speak next when your occasion best persuades, By Cymene and Æthra my two maids.
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
Live with me, and be my love,
A gown made of the finest wool,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD. If that 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, Time drives the 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 yield : 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 girdle, and thy posies ; Some break, some wither, some 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. But could youth last, and love still breed ; Had joys no date, and age no need ; Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee, and be thy love.
ANOTHER OF THE SAME NATURE.
Come live with me, and be my dear,
Where fragrant air breathes sweetest gales. There shall you have the beauteous pine, The cedar, and the spreading vine, And all the woods to be a skreen, Lest Phæbus kiss my summer's queen. The feast of your disport shall be, Over some river, in a tree ; Where silver sands and pebbles sing Eternal ditties to the spring, Where you shall see the nymphs at play, And how the satyrs spend the day ; The fishes gliding on the sands, Offering their bellies to your hands ; The birds, with heavenly-tuned throats, Possess woods' echoes with sweet notes ; Which to your senses will impart A music to inflame the heart. Upon the bare and leafless oak, The ring-doves' wooings will provoke A colder blood than you possess, To play with me, and do not less. In bowers of laurel trimly dight, We will outwear the silent night, While Flora busy is to spread Her richest treasure on our bed. The glow-worms shall on you attend, And all their sparkling lights shall spend ; All to adorn and beautify Your lodging with most majesty : Then in my arms will I inclose Lilies' fair mixture with the rose ; Whose nice perfections in love's play, Shall tune me to the highest key. Thus as we pass the welcome night In sportful pleasures and delight, The nimble fairies on the grounds Shall dance and sing melodious sounds. If these may serve for to entice, Your presence to love's paradise ; Then come with me, and be my dear, And we will straight begin the year.
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, tho' seald in vain.
But my poor heart first set free,
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE. Let the bird of lowest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad, and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey : But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul procurer of the fiend, Augur of the fever's end, To this troop come thou not near, From this cession interdict Every fowl of tyrant wing, Save the eagle, feather'd king. Keep the obsequy so strict ; Let the priest in surplice white, That defunctive music ken, Be the death-divining swan, Lest the requiem lack his right. And thou, treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender mak'st, With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence : Love and constancy is dead, Phænix and the turtle filed In a mutual flame from hence; So they lov'd, as love in twain Had the essence but in one ; Two distincts but in none, Number there in love was slain : Hearts remote, yet not asunder,