C CUPID AND CAMPASPE UPID and my Campaspe played He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, Growing on his cheek, but none knows how; M A DITTY John Lilly. Y true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one to the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven: My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My true love hath my heart, and I have his. SONG FROM "TWELFTH NIGHT” MISTRESS mine! where are you roaming?. O O! stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; What is love? 'tis not hereafter: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, William Shakespeare. SIGH NO MORE (From "Much Ado About Nothing") IGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, SIGH One foot in sea, and one on shore, Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Sing no more ditties, sing no more, The fraud of men was ever so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny. William Shakespeare PHILLIDA AND CORYDON N the merry month of May, IN In a morn by break of day, Phillida and Corydon. Much ado there was, God wot! He said, he had loved her long: She says, Love should have no wrong. Corydon would kiss her then, Thus, with many a pretty oath, When they will not love abuse; Nicholas Breton. CHERRY-RIPE 'HERE is a garden in her face THE Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of Orient pearl a double row, Her eyes like angels watch them still; Richard Allison. SEND BACK MY LONG-STRAY'D EYES SE TO ME END back my long-stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee: But if from you they've learnt such ill, To sweetly smile, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Its word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, That I one day may laugh, when thou Of one the scorn, Who proves as false as thou art now. John Donne. |