Shall I come, sweet love, to thee, Will you find no feigned let? Who can tell what thief or foe, So Ere my long love be possest. But to let such dangers pass, Which a lover's thoughts disdain, 'Tis enough in such a place To attend love's joys in vain. Do not mock me in thy bed, While these cold nights freeze me dead. Campion. 264 The Dream Dear love, for nothing less than thee For reason, much too strong for fantasy. My dream thou brokest not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice As lightning, or a taper's light, Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me; (For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight; And knew'st my thoughts beyond an angel's art, When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then, I must confess, it could not choose but be Profane, to think thee anything but thee. Coming and staying showed thee, thee, That love is weak where fear's as strong as he; If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have; Donne. Phyllida's Love-call Phyllida. Corydon, arise, my Corydon, Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon, Phyllida. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee, Arise and keep thy flock with me. Corydon. Phyllida, my true love, is it she? I come and keep my flock with thee. Phyllida. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon, Corydon. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one, Phyllida. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, A pair of stockings white as milk. Corydon. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, To make thee, to make thee, A bonnet to withstand the heat. Phyllida. I will gather flowers, my Corydon, Corydon. I will gather pears, my lovely one, Phyllida. I will buy my true love garters gay, To wear about his legs so tall. Corydon. I will buy my true love yellow say, To wear about her middle small. Phyllida. When my Corydon sits on a hill Corydon. When my lovely one goes to her wheel, Phyllida. Sure methinks my true love doth excel Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. Corydon. And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness, for clearness, Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. Phyllida. Had my Corydon, my Corydon, Corydon. Had my lovely one, my lovely one, My Corydon to play withal. Corydon. The queen of love had been excused, My Phyllida the golden ball. Phyllida. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon, Corydon. Under yonder beech, my lovely one, Phyllida. Say to her thy true love was not here: To-morrow is another day. Corydon. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear: Anonymous. 266 See, see, mine own sweet jewel, Anonymous. 267 Fain I would, but oh I dare not, 66 spare not; Speak my thoughts at full to praise her: Anonymous. 268 How many new years have grown old Since first my love was vowed to you! |