Then wrong not dearest of my heart, My true, though secret, passion; SIR WALTER RALEIGH. A DITTY. My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. EARLY LOVE. Ah, I remember well (and how can I But evermore remember well?) when first Our flame began, when scarce we knew what was The flame we felt; when as we sat and sighed, THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD. 65 And looked upon each other, and conceived In that first garden of our simpleness, We spent our childhood. But when years began THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will sit upon the rocks, And I will make thee beds of roses, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy-buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; The shepherd swains shall dance and sing CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. ANSWER TO THE SAME. If all the world and Love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold; Then Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. LOVES OMNIPRESENCE. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, But, could youth last, and love still breed, Then these delights my mind might move, CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 67 LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE. Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love as high as heaven above, swain, Ascend to heaven in honor of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er you were, with you, my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. JOSHUA SYLVESTER. SHALL I TELL YOU WHOM I LOVE! Shall I tell you whom I love? Nature did her so much right, As ne'er yet embraced a heart; |