For light's the love that's quickly won." "Kind and fair Sweet, once believe me! Jest I did, but not to grieve thee; Words and sighs and what I spent In show to her, to you were meant. Fond I was, your love to cross, Jesting love oft brings this loss! Forget this fault! and love your friend, Which vows his truth unto the end!” "Content," She said, "if this you keep!" Thus both did kiss, and both did weep. SIR EDWARD DYER (1550?-1607) MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS My mind to me a kingdom is, That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No wily wit to salve a sore, To none of these I yield as thrall: I see how plenty [surfeits] oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all; They get with toil, they keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear. Content to live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; 50 ΙΟ 15 20 Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide, LXX Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king, In whose coat-armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid, Yet in her winter's bower not well awake; ΙΟ Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed, For none can call again the passed time. LXXIX Men call you fair, and you do credit it, For that yourself ye daily such do see: But the true fair, that is the gentle wit 1 And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me: For all the rest, however fair it be, Shall turn to nought and lose that glorious hue; From frail corruption that doth flesh ensue. To be divine, and born of heavenly seed; He only fair, and what he fair hath made; Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be That even the gentle stream, the which them bare, 51 Even as their bridal day, which was not long: Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew That like old Peneus' waters they did seem, 78 That they appear, through lilies' plenteous store, Like a bride's chamber floor. Two of those nymphs meanwhile, two garlands bound Of freshest flowers which in that mead they found, The which presenting all in trim array, Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crowned, Whilst one did sing this lay, Prepared against that day, Against their bridal day, which was not long: 89 Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. "Ye gentle birds! the world's fair ornament, And let fair Venus, that is queen of love, Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord, 100 70 The which on Thames' broad, aged back do ride, Next whereunto there stands a stately place, 141 Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer, Great England's glory, and the world's wide wonder, Whose dreadful name late through all Spain did thunder, And Hercules' two pillars standing near Fair branch of honour, flower of chivalry! 150 That through thy prowess, and victorious arms, Upon the bridal day, which is not long: 160 Sweet Thames! run softly, till I end my song. From those high towers this noble lord issuing, Above the rest were goodly to be seen And long since ready forth his mask to move, Bid her awake therefore, and soon her dight, 30 And, whilst she doth her dight, Do ye to her of joy and solace sing, That all the woods may answer, and your echo ring. 1 shame 2 where 1 lustiness 2 torch |