My love is full of noble pride, Nor can it e'er submit To let that fop, Discretion, ride False friends I have, as well as you, Who daily counsel me Fame and ambition to pursue, And leave off loving thee. But when the least regard I show As miserably wise. CHARLES SACKVILLE, EARL of Dorset CXIX TAKE, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. CXX I PRYTHEE send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, Why should two hearts in one breast lie, If thus our breasts thou sever? But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out: For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am in most doubt. Then farewell care, and farewell woe, I will no longer pine; For I'll believe I have her heart As much as she has mine. SIR JOHN SUCKLING. CXXI KISSING USURY BIANCHA, let Me pay the debt I owe thee for a kiss Thou lend'st to me; And I to thee Will render ten for this. If thou wilt say For that so rich a one, If it will come By this, I guess, Of happiness Who has a little measure, He must of right To th' utmost mite Make payment for his pleasure. ROBERT HERRICK. CXXII CUPID and my Campaspe played The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) O Love! has she done this to thee? JOHN LYLY. CXXIII You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, Ye that do dictionary's method bring Into your rhymes, running in rattling rows; You take wrong ways; those far-fetch'd helps be such And sure, at length stol❜n goods do come to light: SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. CXXIV THE FAIR SINGER To make a final conquest of all me, I could have fled from one but singly fair; It had been easy fighting in some plain, Where victory might hang in equal choice; But all resistance against her is vain, Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice : And all my forces needs must be undone, She having gainèd both the wind and sun. ANDREW MARVELL. CXXV LOVE'S IDOLATRY WHAT you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deed, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. |