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A lily pale, with damask die to grace her,
Her lips to mine how often hath she join'd, Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing! How many tales to please me hath she coin'd, 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 jestings.
She burn'd with love, as straw with fire flameth,
Was this a lover, or a lecher whether?
Did not the heavenly rhetorick of thine eye,
If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? O never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd: Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove;
[bow'd. Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live, that art can comprehend.
suffice; If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall Well learned is that tongue that well can thee
commend; Allignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts
admire: Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his
dreadful thunder, Which (not to anger bent) is musick and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O do not love that wrong, To sing the heavens' praise with such an earthly
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
And as goods lost are seld or never found,
So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost,
Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my share
Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-morrow;
Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile,
Wander, a word for shadows like myself,
Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the east !
duff’d] i. e. put off,
Not daring trust the office of mine eyes,
While Philomela sits and sings, I sit and mark,
For she doth welcome day-light 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; Sorrow chang'd to solace, solace mix'd with sorrow;
(morrow. For why? she sigh’d, and bade me come to
Were I with her, the night would post too soon ;
(morrow. Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to
It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of
three, That liked of her master as well as well might be, Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that
eye could see,
a mnon) i. e, a month, Steevens's conjecture for the reading of the old copy,
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, That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain,
[disdain : For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with Alas, she could not help it !
[day, Thus art with arms contending was victor of the Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away ;
(gay; Then lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady
For now my song is ended.
On a day (alack the day!)
hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn :