These dull notes we sing

Discords need for helps to grace them,

Only beautie purely loving

Knows no discord,

But still moves delight,

Like clear springs renewed by flowing,

Ever perfect, ever in them

selves eternal.

T. CAMPION.

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XVI

A CRUEL BEAUTY

THOU art not faire, for all thy red and white,
For all those rosy ornaments in thee;

Thou art not sweete, though made of mere delight,
Nor faire, nor sweete, unless thou pity me.

I will not soothe thy fancies, thou shalt prove
That beautie is no beautie without love.

Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure
My thoughts with beautie, were it more divine;
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,
I'll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine :
Now show it, if thou be a woman right,—
Embrace and kisse and love me in despite !

T. CAMPION.

XVII

LOVE AND BEAUTY

GENTLE nymphs, be not refusing,
Love's neglect is time's abusing,

They and beauty are but lent you;

Take the one and keep the other:
Love keepes fresh what age doth smother,
Beauty gone, you will repent you.

'Twill be said when ye have proved,
Never swaines more truely loved :

O then fly all nice behaviour!

Pitty faine would (as her dutie)
Be attending still on Beautie,

Let her not be out of favour.

W. BROWNE.

XVIII

LOVE'S CLAIM

LOVE for such a cherry lip

Would be glad to pawn his arrows;

Venus here to take a sip

Would sell her doves and teams of sparrows.

But they shall not so;

Hey nonny, nonny no!
None but I this life must owe,

Hey nonny, nonny, no!

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Did Jove see this wanton eye,

Ganymede must wait no longer;

Phoebe here one night did lie,

Would change her face and look much younger.

But they shall not so ;

Hey nonny, nonny no!

None but I this life must owe;

Hey nonny, nonny no!

XIX

T. MIDDLETON.

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LOVE, a childe, is ever crying;

Please him, and he straight is flying;
Give him, he the more is craving,
Never satisfied with having.

His desires have no measure;
Endless folly is his treasure;
What he promiseth he breaketh,
Trust not one word that he speaketh.

He vows nothing but false matter;
And to cozen you will flatter;

Let him gaine the hand, he'll leave you,
And still glory to deceive you.

He will triumph in your wailing ;
And yet cause be of your failing;
These his virtues are, and slighter
Are his gifts, his favours lighter.

Feathers are as firm in staying;
Wolves no fiercer in their preying :
As a childe, then, leave him crying;
Nor seeke him so given to flying.

LADY MARY WROATH.

XX

LOVE'S PLEA

FORGET not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant ;
My great travail so gladly spent,

Forget not yet!

Forget not yet when first began
The wearie life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can,

Forget not yet!

Forget not yet the great assays,

The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,

The painful patience in delays,

Forget not yet!

Forget not; oh! forget not this,
How long ago hath been, and is
The mind that never meant amiss

Forget not yet!

Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved :

Forget not yet!

SIR T. WYATT.

XXI

THE SHEPHERD'S JOY

COME, Sweet love, let sorrow cease,
Banish frownes, leave off dissension,

Love's warres make the sweetest peace,
Hearts uniting by contention.

Sunshine follows after raine,

After sorrow soone comes joy;

Try me, prove me, trust me, love me,

This will cure annoy ; Sorrows ceasing, this is pleasing,

All proves faire againe.

See these bright sunnes of thine eyes
Clouded now with black disdaining ;
Shall such stormy tempests rise,

To set love's faire dayes a raining?