Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence, And bind you when For your offence; you long to play, I'll shut my eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin; Alas! what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod, He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou softly on my knee, O Cupid! so thou pity me; Robert Greene. [BORN 1560 (?). DIED 1592.] MELICERTUS'S DESCRIPTION. UNE on, my pipe, the praises of my love, Shall I compare her form unto the sphere, Whence sun-bright Venus vaunts her silver shine? Ah, more than that by just compare is thine, Whose crystal looks the cloudy heavens do clear ! How oft have I descending Titan seen His burning locks quench in the sea-queen's lap, And beauteous Thetis his red body wrap In watery robes, as he her lord had been. In the old poets this word is frequently used in the sense of melody. When as my nymph, impatient of the night, Not Jove nor Nature, should they both agree *Sic. Samuel Danyell. [BORN 1562. DIED 1619] A CHARACTER OF LOVE. OVE is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing, A plant that with most cutting grows, If we enjoy it, soon it dies; If not enjoyed, it sighing cries Love is a torment of the mind, A heaven has made it of a kind, If we enjoy it, soon it dies; If not enjoyed, it sighing cries TO DELIA. NTO the boundless ocean of thy beauty, Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal, Returning thee the tribute of my duty, Which here my love, my youth, my plaints Here I unclasp the book of my charged soul, And see how just I reckon with thine eyes: And cross my cares, ere greater cares arise. Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly; Who can show all his love, doth love but lightly. |