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When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,
A longing tarriance for Adonis made
Under an osier growing by a brook,
A brook where Adon used to cool his spleen:
Hot was the day; she hotter that did look
For his approach, that often there had been.
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green

brim : The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye, Yet not so wistly as this queen on him.

He, spying her, bounced in, whereas he stood : 'O Jove,' quoth she, why was not I a flood !'

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Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle,
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty,
Brighter than glass and yet, as glass is, brittle ;
Softer than wax and yet as iron rusty :

A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,

None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing !
How many tales to please me hath she coined,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!

Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were


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She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth;
She burn'd out love, as soon as straw out-burneth;
She framed the love, and yet she foild the framing ; 15
She bade love last, and yet she fell a-turning.

Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
vi. 12. wistly, attentively. vii. Possibly Shakespeare's.


If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the sister and the brother,
Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me,
Because thou lovest the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ;
Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such
As passing all conceit needs no defence.
Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound
That Phoebus' lute, the queen of music, makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
Whenas himself to singing he betakes.

One god is god of both, as poets feign;
One knight loves both, and both in thee remain.



Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,

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Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,
For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild ;
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill :
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds :
'Once,' quoth she, "did I see a fair sweet youth

viii. Probably by Richard furnished much material to Mr. Barnfield. It had already ap- Bullen's well-known selections peared in his Poems in Divers (Lyrics from Elizabethan SongHumors, 1598.

Books). 5. Dowland; John Dowland, 8. conceit, imagination. lutenist to the King of Denmark, 14. One knight loves both. who set many Elizabethan songs Probably Sir George Carey, to music, and with Alfonso K.G., to whom Dowland dediFerrabosco furnished the music cated his first book of airs (1597). for several of Ben Jonson's His wife, daughter of Sir John Masques. His Song - Books, Spencer of Althorpe, was a great issued in 1597, 1600, and 1603, friend of Spenser. L.

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Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
See, in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.'

She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one,
And blushing fled, and left her all alone.


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Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely pluck'd, soon vaded,
Pluck'd in the bud and vaded in the spring !
Bright orient pearl, alack, too timely shaded !
Fair creature, kill'd too soon by death's sharp sting!

Like a green plum that hangs upon a tree,

And falls, through wind, before the fall should be.

weep for thee, and yet no cause I have;
For why thou left'st me nothing in thy will :
And yet thou left'st me more than I did crave;
For why I craved nothing of thee still :

O yes, dear friend, I pardon crave of thee,
Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.

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Venus, with young Adonis sitting by her
Under a myrtle shade, began to woo him :
She told the youngling how god Mars did try her,
And as he fell to her, so fell she to him.
*Even thus,' quoth she, “the warlike god embraced

And then she clipp'd Adonis in her arms;
‘Even thus,' quoth she, “the warlike god unlaced


As if the boy should use like loving charms;

x. Probably not Shakespeare's. considerable variations, in Bar.

1. vaded, faded ; a Southern tholomew Griffin's Fidessa more provincialism which recurs in Chaste than Kinde (a sequence xiii.

of sixty-two sonnets), 1596 ; it xi. This had appeared, with is probably his work.

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'Even thus,' quoth she, ‘he seized on my lips,'
And with her lips on his did act the seizure:
And as she fetched breath, away he skips,
And would not take her meaning nor her pleasure.

Ah, that I had my lady at this bay,
To kiss and clip me till I run away!


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Crabbed age and youth cannot live together :
Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care ;
Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather ;
Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold ;

Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee ; youth, I do adore thee;

O, my love, my love is young !
Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

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Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently :

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,

Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.
And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cément can redress,

So beauty blemish'd once's for ever lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain and cost.
13. at this bay, in my power. but not very like him.
xii. Worthy of Shakespeare, xiii. Probably by the author of x.

10 XIV

Good night, good rest. Ah, neither be my share :
She bade good night that kept my rest away;
And daffd me to a cabin hang'd with care,
To descant on the doubts of my decay.
'Farewell,' quoth she, and come again to-

morrow :'
Fare well I could not, for I supp'd with sorrow.

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Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whether :
'T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile,
'T may be, again to make me wander thither :

Wander,' a word for shadows like myself,
As take the pain, but cannot pluck the pelf.

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Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
My heart doth charge the watch; the morning rise
Doth cite each moving sense from idle rest.
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,

While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
And wish her lays were tuned like the lark;


For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
The night so pack'd, I post unto my pretty ;
Heart hath his hope, and eyes their wished sight; 10
Sorrow changed to solace, solace mix'd with

sorrow ;
For why, she sigh'd and bade me come to-morrow.

xiv. xv. Probably not Shakespeare's.

xiv. 3. daff'd me, sent me away.

12. As, which.
XV. 2. charge, accuse.
9. pack'd, gone.

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