The profanation of a kiss ; But when his paleness shames her rose ; Its sign a flag that each way blows; His o'erfed fancy frets and fumes ; And Love, in him, is fierce, like Hate, And ruffles his ambrosial plumes Against the bars of time and fate. COVENTRY PATMORE. CLXI HEAR, ye ladies that despise, What the mighty Love has done; Fear examples, and be wise: Fair Calisto was a nun; Leda, sailing on the stream To deceive the hopes of man, Love accounting but a dream, Doted on a silver swan; Danæ, in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear, ye ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do ; Fear the fierceness of the boy : The chaste moon he makes to woo; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doting at the altar dies: Ilion, in a short hour, higher He can build, and once more fire. JOHN FLETCHer. THE WINGS OF EROS Love, like a bird, hath perched upon a spray But hush! . . . remind not Eros of his wings. CLXII AND wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, That have given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! SIR THOMAS WYATT. CLXIII THE ADIEU (SONG FROM Rokeby) "A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, A doublet of the Lincoln green,— No more of me you knew, My love! No more of me you knew. "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.' He turned his charger as he spake, He gave his bridle reins a shake, "Adieu for evermore, Said, My love! And adieu for evermore.' "" SIR WALTER SCOTT. CLXIV DISDAIN RETURNED HE that loves a rosy cheek, |