We praise because we know we please; Poor women are too credulous To think that we admiring stand Or foot, or face, or foolish hand.-Anon. XI. TO PHILLIS THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS. My Phillis hath the morning Sun, Her rising still to honour. My Phillis hath prime feathered flowers, And Phillis hath a gallant flock That leaps since she doth own them. But Phillis hath too hard a heart, Alas, that she should have it! It yields no mercy to desert Nor grace to those that crave it. Sweet Sun, when thou look'st on, Pray her regard my moan! Sweet birds, when you sing to her To yield some pity woo her! Sweet flowers that she treads on, Tell her, her beauty dreads one. And if in life her love she nill agree me, Pray her before I die, she will come see me. Sir Edward Dyer. XII. THE POTENCY OF A WOMAN. THOSE eyes that set my fancy on a fire, Those crisped hairs that hold my heart in chains, Those dainty hands which conquered my desire, That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the reins: Then, Love, be judge, what heart may therewith stand Such eyes, such head, such wit, and such a hand? Those eyes for clearness doth the stars surpass, Those hairs obscure the brightness of the sun, Those hands more white than ever ivory was, That wit even to the skies hath glory won. O eyes that pierce our hearts without remorse ! O hairs of right that wear a royal crown! O hands that conquer more than Cæsar's force! O wit that turns huge kingdoms upside down! Anon. XIII. THE CRUELTY OF TIME. LIKE as the waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow :— And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Shakespeare. XIV. VIVAMUS, MEA LESBIA, ATQUE My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive; But, soon as once set is our little light, If all would lead their lives in love like me, move, Unless alarm came from the Camp of Love: When timely death my life and fortunes ends, 14 Anon. ; XV. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. My mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind. Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye; I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all; They get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. Content I live, this is my stay, I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look what I lack my mind supplies : Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Some have too much, yet still do crave; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give ; I laugh not at another's loss; I grudge not at another's gain; I fear no foe, I fawn no friend; Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, A cloked craft their store of skill: Is to maintain a quiet mind. My wealth is health and perfect ease: My conscience clear my choice defence; I neither seek by bribes to please, Nor by deceit to breed offence: Thus do I live, thus will I die; Sir Edward Dyer. XVI. A WARNING. ONCE did I love and yet I live, Though love and truth be now forgotten; Then did I joy, now do I grieve That holy vows must now be broken. Hers be the blame that caused it so, Mine be the grief though it be mickle; She shall have shame, I cause to know Love her that list, I am content For that chameleon-like she changeth, |