A Vers de Société Anthology D' TO CELIA RINK to me only with thine eyes, Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not ask for wine. The thirst, that from the soul doth rise, But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson. B CUPID EAUTIES, have you seen this toy, Almost naked, wanton, blind, Cruel now, and then as kind? If he be amongst ye, say! He hath of marks about him plenty; And his breath a flame entire, He doth bear a golden bow, With that first he strikes his mother. Trust him not: his words, though sweet, Seldom with his heart do meet; All his practice is deceit, Every gift is but a bait; Not a kiss but poison bears, If by these ye please to know him, Ben Jonson. L ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL OVE in my bosom like a bee Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, And if I sleep, then percheth he And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, Else I with roses every day And bind you, when you long to play, I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in, What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee, Thomas Lodge. ALL THINGS EXCEPT MYSELF I KNOW I KNOW when milk does flies contain; I know men by their bravery; I know fair days from storm and rain; All things except myself I know. I know the doublet by the grain; I know the nun's veiled modesty; All things except myself I know. Know horse from mule by tail and mane; I know each chance of cards and die; I know men of each quality; All things except myself I know. ENVOY Prince, I know all things 'neath the sky, François Villon. |