Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe; Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain, Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain. But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay; Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows; You that do search for every purling spring such As do bewray a want of inward touch, XXI Your words, my friend, right healthful caustics, blame My young mind marred, whom Love doth windlass so; That mine own writings, like bad servants, show Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is? XXXI 10 Morpheus, the lively son of deadly Sleep, Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep, Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep; Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl, and gold, To show her skin, lips, teeth, and head so well? "Fool!" answers he; "no Inds such treasures hold; 12 ELEVENTH SONG XLI Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance 1 throng "But the wrongs Love bears will make "Peace, I think that some give ear! Come no more, lest I get anger!" 35 WOOING STUFF Faint Amorist, what! dost thou think Th' Elysian fields, that dar'st not venture Doth she chide thee? 'tis to show it, Silence fully grants thy suit; Is she sick? why then be sure Doth she cross thy suit with No? 5 10 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: 5 ΙΟ 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. I FAIRY. Pinch him blue 2 FAIRY. And pinch him black 3 FAIRY. Let him not lack 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. ΙΟ 5 10 15 5 ΙΟ SPRING'S WELCOME What bird so sings, yet so does wail? |