13 THE UNCHANGEABLE O never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify: As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie; That is my home of love; if I have ranged, To leave for nothing all thy sum of good: 14 5 10 To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd 5 Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, 10 Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred,Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead. W. SHAKESPEARE. 133 ва 15 DIAPHENIA Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly, I do love thee as my lambs How blest were I if thou would'st prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blesséd As the birds do love the spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! H. CONSTABLE. 16 5 10 15 ROSALYNDE Like to the clear in highest sphere Heigh ho, would she were mine! 5 10 Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace; Her lips are like two budded roses Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck is like a stately tower Her paps are centres of delight, Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, Where Nature moulds the dew of light With orient pearl, with ruby red, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde! Nature herself her shape admires ; Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan Since for a fair there's fairer none, Heigh ho, fair Rosalynde; Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine! T. LODGE. 17 COLIN Beauty sat bathing by a spring Into a slumber then I fell, Seem'd to see, but could not tell But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, So I awaked, as wise this while Hey nonny nonny! THE SHEPHERD TONY. 18 5 10 15 20 TO HIS LOVE Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 5 And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; 10 Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, 19 TO HIS LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best So all their praises are but prophecies And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, 5 10 They had not skill enough your worth to sing : For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. W. SHAKESPEARE. 20 LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month is ever May, Through the velvet leaves the wind, 5 |