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That thee is sent receive in buxomnesse,
15 The wrastling of this world asketh a fall, Here is no home, here is but wildernesse, Forth pilgrime! forth, beast, out of thy stall ! Looke up on high, and thanke God of all ! Weive thy lusts, and let thy ghost thee lede, And trouth thee shall deliver, it is no drede.
O trifling toys that toss the brains,
While loathsome life doth last;
O life when death is past ;
Yet loath we death as hell.
Yet wish we here to dwell.
And stays on slippery joys ;
That can contemn such toys !
Such toys as neither perfect are,
And cannot long endure ;
Uncertain and unsure.
All pleasure mixt with woe ;
And joys do come and go.
Thus learning is but learned by halves,
And joy enjoyed no while ;
This helps thee to beguile.
But after death is perfect skill,
And joy without decay ;
And steals our joys away;
To spend the day in vain;
To go to bed again.
Nor know not what we have ;
LOVE THE ONLY PRICE OF LOVE.
The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed,
For precious stones from eastern coasts are sold ;
Gold values all, and all things value gold.
No mortal thing can bear so high a price,
But that with mortal thing it may be bought ; The corn of Sicil buys the western spice ;
French wine of us, of them our cloth is sought. No pearls, no gold, no stones, no corn, no spice, No cloth, no wine, of Love can pay the price.
What thing is Love, which nought can countervail ?
Nought save itself, ev'n such a thing is Love. All worldly wealth in worth as far doth fail,
15 As lowest carth doth yield to heaven above. Divine is Love, and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self.
A POESY TO PROVE AFFECTION IS NOT LOVE.
Conceit, begotten by the eyes,
For as the seeds, in springtime sown,
Affection follows Fortune's wheels,
Desire himself runs out of breath,
Desire nor reason hath, nor rest,
As ships in ports desired are drowned ;
And yet some poets fain would prove
35 To like, to love, to choose alike.
Sir Walter Raleigh.
A ATURAL COMPARISONS WITH PERFECT LOVE. The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall ;
The fly her spleen ; the little sparks their heat : The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small;
And bees have stings, although they be not great. Seas have their surges, so have shallow springs; 5 And love is love, in beggars as in kings. Where rivers smoothest run, deep are the fords ;
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move; The firmest faith is in the fewest words ;
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love. True hearts have eyes, and ears, no tongues to speak ; They hear, and see, and sigh ; and then they break.
The world's a bubble, and the life of man
Less than a span;
So to the tomb;
With cares and fears.
Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest,
What life is best?
To dandle fools :
Of savage men :
Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed,
Or pains his head :
Or do things worse:
Or wish them gone :
Our own affections still at home to please
Is a disease :
Peril and toil :