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If women could be fair, and yet not. fond,
Or that their love were firm, not fickle still,
By service long to purchase their good will ;
To mark the choice they make, and how they change,
How oft from Phæbus they do flee to Pan; Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range,
These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist, And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list ?
Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both,
To pass the time when nothing else can plcase,
Till, weary of their wiles, ourselves we ease;
Earl of Oxford.
THE EXCELLENCY OF HIS LOVE.
Give place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain :
The best of yours, I dare well say'n,
And thereto hath a troth as just
As had Penelope the fair ;
As it by writing sealèd were ;
I could rehearse, if that I would,
The whole effect of Nature's plaint, When she had lost the perfect mould,
The like to whom she could not paint : With wringing hands how she did cry, And what she said, I know it, I.
I know she swore with raging mind,
Her kingdom only set apart, There was no loss by law of kind
That could have gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain : "She could not make the like again.'
Sith Nature thus gave her the praise
To be the chiefest work she wrought ;
On your behalf might well be sought,
Earl of Surrey.
FAIR AND FALSE.
When first mine eyes did view and mark
Thy beauty fair for to behold,
The pleasant words that thou me told,
And when in mind I did consent
To follow thus my fancy's will, And when my heart did first relent
To taste such bait, myself to spill, I would my heart had been as thine, Or else thy heart as soft as mine.
O flatterer false ! thou traitor born,
What mischief more might thou devise
And him to wound in sundry wise ;
TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS.
I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou’rt sweet, but find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
That kisses everything it meets :
Armed with her briars, how sweetly smells ;
Her sweet no longer with her dwells.
But scent and beauty both are gone,
When thou hast handled been a while ;
And I will sigh, while some will smile,
Sir Robert Aytoun.
THE SHEPHERD'S FAREWELL.
While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song played he: Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. So long as I was in your sight,
I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed, Burning in flames beyond all measure :
Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three!
To whom your heart was soon enchained ;
Full soon my place he had obtained.
Soon came a third, your love to win,
And we were out, and he was in.
Sure you have made me passing glad
That you your mind so soon removed,
For all your love was past and done
Two days before it was begun :-
Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's desire,