THOMAS WATSON. Born 1560, died about 1591. LOVE UNREQUITED. When Maye is in his prime, and the youthful spring Doth cloathe the tree with leaves, the ground with flowers, And time of year reviveth ev'ry thing. And lovely Nature smiles, and nothing lowers; To whom fond Love doth worke such wrongs by day, So she for whom I waite both daye and night, THOMAS LODGE. Born about 1560, died 1623. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Now with his wings he plays with me, Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, Ah! wanton, will ye! And if I sleep, then pierceth he And makes his pillow of my knee Strike I my lute, he tunes the string; He music plays if I but sing; He lends me every lovely thing; Yet, cruel he, my heart doth sting; Ab, wanton!-will ye! Else I with roses every day Will whip ye hence, And bind ye when ye long to play, I'll shut my eyes to keep ye in; I'll count your power not worth a pin:→→ If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee, SAMUEL DANIEL. Born 1562, died 1619. AN ODE. Now each creature joys the other,. 48 SAMUEL DANIEL. Whilst the greatest torch of heaven Cheering plants with fresher sap; Echo, daughter of the air, Babbling guest of rocks and hills, Whilst that she, O cruel maid! And well he ends for love who dies. SONG. Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows; Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies ; Love is a torment of the mind, And Jove hath made it of a kind More we enjoy it, more it dies; MICHAEL DRAYTON. Born about 1563, died 1631. LOVE. Calm winds, blow you fair; To part my love and me! The roses and thy lips do meet, All the bushes that be near |