XCII TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN love with unconfined wings When flowing cups run swiftly round, With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When, like committed linnets, I When I shall voice aloud, how good Stone walls do not a prison make, RICHARD LOVELACE. XCIII SUCH ones ill judge of Love that cannot love, For fault of few that have abused the same; For it of honour and all virtue is The root, and brings forth glorious flowers of fame, That crown true lovers with immortal bliss, The meed of them that love, and do not live amiss. EDMUND Spenser. XCIV BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one, The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the moan Of them which in their lips Love's standard bear,— "What, he !" they say of me, 66 now I dare swear He cannot love; no, no, let him alone." And think so still, so Stella know my mind; But you, fair maids, at length this true shall find, XCV SEEK not the tree of silkiest bark And balmiest bud, To carve her name while yet 'tis dark Upon the wood. The world is full of noble tasks, And wreaths hard won : Each work demands strong hearts, strong hands, Till day is done. Sing not that violet-veinèd skin, That cheek's pale roses, The lily of that form wherein Her soul reposes: Forth to the fight, true man, true knight ; The clash of arms Shall more prevail than whispered tale To win her charms. The warrior for the True, the Right, K 130 The love that lures thee from that fight The love which lifts the heart, yet leaves The spirit free, That love, or none, is fit for one Man-shaped, like thee. AUBREY DE Vere. XCVI TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM BID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree: Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shalt do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. ROBERT HERRICK. XCVII FORGET not yet the tried intent Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not then thine own approved SIR THOMAS WYATT. |