WEET ROSE of virtue and of gentleness, Into your garth this day I did pursue : I doubt that March, with his cold blastis keen, ADVICE TO LOVERS IF ye would love and lovèd be, For he that patience can not leir, For who that secret can not be, And credence none shall him be lent: And he that is of heart untrue, Thus he that wants ane of these three But aye in some thing discontent : Be secret, true, and patient! Nought with thy tongue thyself discure The thingis thou hast of nature; Be secret, true, and patient! JOHN HEYWOOD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY IVE PLACE, you Ladies! and begone; GIVE Boast not yourselves at all! For here at hand approacheth One The virtue of her lively looks I wish to have none other books In each of her two crystal eyes It would you all in heart suffice I think Nature hath lost the mould She may be very well compared Unto the Phoenix kind, Whose like was never seen or heard That any man can find. In life she is Diana chaste, In truth Penelope ; In word and eke in deed steadfast: What will you more we say? |