CHIVALRIC LOVE Love rules the camp, the court, the grove, I vow'd unvarying faith, and she SCOTT. To whom in full I pay that vow, Rewards me with variety Which men who change can never know. COVENTRY PATMORE. 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, That for an hermitage. 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, Nor do not use set colours for to wear, The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the moan And think so still, so Stella know my mind; But SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 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 |