Were I with her, the night would post too soon; To spite me now, each minute seems a moon; Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to morrow. XVI It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, Her fancy fell a-turning. Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight: To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite Unto the silly damsel! But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain gain, For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain : Alas, she could not help it! ΤΟ Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away : Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay; 15 For now my song is ended. XVII On a day, alack the day! Love, whose month was ever May, xvi. Not by Shakespeare. 2. master, teacher. xvii. Dumain's song to the most divine Kate, with trifling verbal alterations, Love's Labour's Lost, iv. 3. 100. Spied a blossom passing fair, Through the velvet leaves the wind, But, alas! my hand hath sworn My flocks feed not, Heart's renying, Causer of this. XVIII All my merry jigs are quite forgot, All my lady's love is lost, God wot: Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love, Wrought all my loss; O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! xviii. Published in Weelkes' Madrigals, 1597, and reprinted in England's Helicon, 1600, with the signature 'Ignoto.' 7. renying, disowning. O cruel speeding, Fraughted with gall. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal; My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd, Procure to weep, In howling wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound Through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody All our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains, All our evening sport from us is fled, 27. no deal, nothing. 32. Procure, contrive. 20 25 30 35 40 45 All our love is lost, for Love is dead. Farewell, sweet lass, Thy like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: Poor Corydon Must live alone; Other help for him I see that there is none. XIX When as thine eye hath chose the dame, As well as fancy, partial wight: Take counsel of some wiser head, And when thou comest thy tale to tell, But plainly say thou lovest her well, What though her frowning brows be bent, And twice desire, ere it be day, What though she strive to try her strength, xix. Possibly Shakespeare's. 50 S 20 4. fancy, partial wight; Malone's conjecture for fancy (party all might).' Her feeble force will yield at length, And to her will frame all thy ways; The strongest castle, tower, and town, Serve always with assured trust, Press never thou to choose anew: When time shall serve, be thou not slack The wiles and guiles that women work, A woman's nay doth stand for nought? Think women still to strive with men, But, soft! enough,—too much, I fear— 25 30 35 40 45 50 45. by holy then. Many satisfactory. ['By holy!' is emendations have been pro- still a common exclamation in posed, but the line remains unIreland. L.] VOL. X 497 2 K |