You that do search for every purling spring As do bewray a want of inward touch, ΤΟ And sure, at length stol'n goods do come to light: But if, both for your love and skill, your name You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of Fame, Stella behold, and then begin to endite. XXI Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame My young mind marred, whom Love doth wind lass so; That mine own writings, like bad servants, show Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is? XXXI ΙΟ With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! Morpheus, the lively son of deadly Sleep, Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep, 12 But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee, Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me." XXXIX Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine in right, ΙΟ ELEVENTH SONG "But the wrongs Love bears will make "Peace, I think that some give ear! Come no more, lest I get anger!" 30 35 What grief her breast oppresseth 5 Alas, I lie: rage hath this error bred; Love is not dead; Love is not dead, but sleepeth Where she his counsel keepeth, Till due deserts she find. Therefore from so vile fancy, WOOING STUFF Faint Amorist, what! dost thou think Th' Elysian fields, that dar'st not venture Doth she chide thee? 'tis to show it, Doth she pout, and leave the room? Doth she cross thy suit with No? 35 40 5 ΤΟ 15 20 In question? nay, 'uds-foot, she loves thee than;1 And if ere she makes a blot, 15 From so ungrateful fancy, From such a female franzie, From them that use men thus, Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of his chaste desire. HYMN TO APOLLO Apollo great, whose beams the greater world do light, And in our little world do clear our inward sight, 1 then At cards for kisses; Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves and team of sparrows: Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); SPRING'S WELCOME 16 Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing, Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring; Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring! HYMN TO APOLLO Sing to Apollo, god of day, To Physic's and to Poesy's king! Crown all his altars with bright fire, A Daphnean coronet for his head, To the glittering Delian king! FAIRY REVELS 107 OMNES. Pinch him, pinch him black and blue; Saucy mortals must not view What the queen of stars is doing, Nor pry into our fairy wooing. ΙΟ Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red, Till sleep has rocked his addlehead. 4 FAIRY. For the trespass he hath done, Spots o'er all his flesh shall run. Kiss Endymion, kiss his eyes, Then to our midnight heydeguyes. GEORGE PEELE (1558?-1597?) SONG OF PARIS AND ENONE ENONE. Fair and fair, and twice so fair, As fair as any may be; PARIS. None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. The fairest shepherd on our green, Fair and fair, and twice so fair, And for no other lady. 5 ΙΟ 15 5 ΙΟ 5 |