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Faith 's defying,
Causer of this.
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,
There a nay is plac'd without remove.
One silly cross
Wrought all my loss;
O, frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame!
For now I see,
More in women than in men remain.
In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I,
Love hath forlorn me,
Living in thrall :
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing -
O cruel speeding! -
Fraughted with gall!
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,
My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
My curtail dog, that
wont to have play'd,
Plays not at all, but seems afraid,
My sighs so deep,
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 fight!
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Green plants bring not
Forth their dye:
Herds stand weeping,
Flocks all sleeping,
Heart's renying, &c.] " The Passionate Pilgrim and Weelkes's book have, Love is dying,' and 'Heart 's denying. The reading of the text is found in England's Helicon, except that it has, ‘Love is,' and · Faith is.'"-MALONE. brenying-] Forswearing, • My sighs-) So Weelkes's Madrigals. The other copies read, “ With sighes,” &c.
Green plants bring not
Forth their dye:] Weelkes's copy has,
“Loud bells ring not
Cheerfully." VOL. VI.
Nymphs back peeping
All our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
AL our evening sport from us is filed,
All our love is lost, for Love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass, a
Thy like ne'er was
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
Must live alone,
Other help for him I see that there is none.
Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall’d the deer that thou shouldst strike,
Let reason rule things worthy blame,
As well as fancy partial might:
Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.
And when thou com’st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed a talk,
Lest she some subtle practice smell,—
A cripple soon can find a halt ;-
But plainly say thou lov'st her well,
And set thy person forth to sell.e
What though her frowning brows be bent,
Her cloudy looks will clear ere night;
And then too late she will repent,
That thus dissembled her delight;
And twice desire, ere it be day,
That which with scorn she put away.
sweet lass, -] We follow Weelkes's Madrigals. The other copies read," sweet love," &c.
the cause of all my moan :) So Weelkes's Madrigals, and "England's Helicon.” “ The Passionate Pilgrim” has," my woe,'' &c.
· As well as fancy partial might:! This is very probably corrupt, but the change proposed by Steevens, “partial tike,” is unendurable ; and we have no faith in the reading said to be derived from a MS. of this poem in the possession of Mr. Collier,
“As well as partial fancy like,” &c. Query,
“As well as fancy martial might" ? Compare, “Lucrece,”
“A martial man to be soft fancy's slave!" - filed talk,-) Polished diction. · And set thy person forth to sell.] A reading supplied by a manuscript copy of this poem, of the age of Shakespeare, which Malone used. * The Passionate Pilgrim has,
What though she strive to try her strengti
And ban and brawl, and say
nay, Her feeble force will yield at length, When craft hath taught her thus to say,
“Had women been so strong as men,
In faith you had not had it then.”
And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend,-and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:
The strongest castle, tower, and town,
The golden bullet beats it down.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble-true;
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Seek never thou to choose anew :
When time shall serve, be thou not slack
To proffer, though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?
Think women love to match with men,
And not to live so like a saint:
Here is no heaven; they holy then
Begin when age does them attaint.a
Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
But soft! enough,—too much I fear;
For if b my mistress hear my song;
She will not stick to ringe mine car,
To teach my tongue to be so long;
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.
• Begin when age does them attaint.] This is the lection of the MS. followed by Malone; it is poor stuff, but it has the advantage of being intelligible, which cannot be taid of the corresponding stanza in “The Passionate Pilgrim,"
“Think women still to strive with men,
To sin and never for to saint;
There is no heaven by holy then,
When time with age shall them attaint." b For if-) So the MS. “The Passionate Pilgrim” reads," Lest that,” &c. • She will not stick to ring mine ear,-] The reading of the MS. used by Malone. That of “The Passionate Pilgrim” is,to round me on th' ear,” &c.
Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs ;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then, live with me and be my love.
If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring;
Everything did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone:
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
“ Fie, fie, fie,” now would she cry,
“ Tereu, tereu!" by and by ;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain • Live with me, and be my love,-) This beautiful song, which is imperfectly girar here, will be found complete at p. 414, Vol. II. It is generally supposed to have been written by Marlowe.
If that the world and love were young,–] The present version of the “ Answer" is also defective. Compare the copy in England's Helicon," where it bears the signature. often adopted by Sir Walter Raleigh, of Ignoto. See also Percy's “Reliques, " Vol. I. p. 237, edit. 1812.
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain!
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless beasts a they will not cheer thee,
King Pandion he is dead;
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
All thy fellow-birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.
Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me.
Whilst as fickle Fortune smild,
Thou and I were both beguild:
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find :
Every man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call :
And with such-like flattering,
Pity but he were a king.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown;
They that fawn'd on him before,
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
beasts, &c.] From the abridged version of this poem in "England's Helicon.” “ The Passionate Pilgrim” has“ bears," &c.
Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me. This couplet, which terminates the poem in “ England's Helicon," is omitted in “ The Passionate Pilgrim.”