The seat for your disport shall be, Where silver sand, and pebbles sing There shall you see the nymphs at play; The birds with heavenly tuned throats, Upon the bare and leafless oak In bowers of laurel trimly dight, Ten thousand glow-worms shall attend, Your lodging with most majesty. Then in mine arms will I enclose, Lilies' fair mixture with the rose ;* Shall tune me to the highest key. *The reader will remember almost the same sentiment, but still Thus as we pass the welcome night If these may serve for to entice [From England's Helicon, where it is printed with the signature Ignoto. There have been many imitators of Marlowe's song, and several parodies grossly indecent.] HIS LOVE ADMITS NO RIVAL. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Shall I, like a hermit dwell, If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be? more beautifully expressed in the ballad of "Fair Rosamond" given by Percy: The blood within her crystal cheekes Did such a colour drive, As though the lillye and the rose For mastership did strive. PERCY'S RELIQUES, vol. 2, p. 161, Ed. 1811. Were her tresses angel-gold,* If a stranger may be bold, To convert them to a braid; If the mine be grown so free, Were her hands as rich a prize If she seem not chaste to me No; she must be perfect snow, Then, if others share with me, [Sir Egerton Brydges has admitted this piece into his edition of Raleigh's poems, but says he has strong doubts whether it should be attributed to Sir Walter's pen. It looks certainly more like one of George Wither's conceits.] * Gold coined into Angels was so termed, being of a finer kind than crown gold, PARK. THE SILENT LOVER. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. Wrong not sweet mistress of my heart! Since, if my plaints were not t'approve For, knowing that I sue to serve I rather choose to want relief Than venture the revealing : Thus those desires that boil so high When Reason cannot make them die, Yet when Discretion doth bereave Silence in Love bewrays more woe Then wrong not! dearest to my heart! He smarteth most that hides his smart, [This is a most extraordinary poem; terse, harmonious, pointed, full of ingenious turns, and often admirably expressed. It seems to have anticipated a century in its style. SIR EGERTON BRYDGES.] WHENCE COMES MY LOVE? JOHN HARINGTON, Whence comes my love?-O heart! disclose : The blushing cheek speaks modest mind; |