WHAT Course of life should wretched mortals take? CHERRIES. My wanton, weep no more Hath in her lips and face; Be glad, kiss her with me, and hold your peace. ICARUS. WHILE with audacious wings, I cleav'd those airy ways, And fill'd (a monster new) with dread and fears, And charmed with the music of the spheres, For still the shore my brave attempt resounds. A sea, an element doth bear my name; MADRIGALS AND EPIGRAMS. THE STATUE OF MEDUSA. Or that Medusa strange, Who those that did her see in rocks did change, For while at heat of day To quench her thirst she by this spring did stay, THE PORTRAIT OF MARS AND VENUS. FAIR Paphos' wanton queen Is truly here, as when in Vulcan's bed She was of all Heaven's laughing senate seen. Her brows, the bows of Love, Ye also might perceive her turn and move, NARCISSUS. ON HIS LADY BEHOLDING HERSELF IN A MARBLE. Keep in my breast engraven That angel's face hath me of rest bereaven. To lodge so dear a guest: Ev'n this hard marble stone Receives the same, and loves, but cannot groan. TO SLEEP. How comes it, Sleep, that thou Of her, dear her, so far who 's absent now? Which rocks might move, and move the pines to bow? Why didst thou steal away? Return, I thine for ever will remain, If thou wilt bring with thee that guest again. A PLEASANT DECEIT. OVER a crystal source Of purling streams to see the restless course. So like himself in stature, face and eyes, That glad he rose, and cried, "Dear mates approach, see whom I have descried, FLOODS cannot quench my flames, ah! in this well The boy of whom strange stories shepherds tell, I burn, not drown, for what I cannot tell. Oft called Hylas, dwelleth in this well." HIS LADY'S DOG. WHEN her dear bosom clips That little cur which fawns to touch her lips, To lie lapp'd in her lap, O it grows noon with me; With hotter-pointed beams I burn, than those are which the Sun forth streams, ON THE DEATH OF A LINNET. Ir cruel death had ears, This wing'd musician had liv'd many years, The Heavens their notes did unto it bequeath: But Death, who nothing spares, and nothing hears, LILLA'S PRAYER. "Love, if thou wilt once more That I to thee return, Sweet god! make me not burn For quivering age, that doth spent days deplore, Nor do thou wound my heart For some inconstant boy, Who joys to love, yet makes of love a toy. A sweet young lover with an aged mind." (Who heard) "Dear, have thy wish, for such am I." ARMELIN'S EPITAPH. NEAR to this eglantine Enclosed lies the milk-white Armeline; Now only her annoy; Who envied was of the most happy swains That keep their flocks in mountains, dales, or plains: That Cloris for him wet with tears her face. EPITAPH. The bawd of justice, he who laws controll'd, A TRANSLATION. FIERCE robbers were of old Exil'd the champaign ground, From hamlets chas'd, in cities kill'd, or bound, And only woods, caves, mountains, did them hold: But now, when all is sold, Woods, mountains, caves, to good men be refuge, And do the guiltless lodge, And clad in purple gowns The greatest thieves command within the towns. ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ. THEN Death thee hath beguil'd, Then thou who thrall'd all laws, Now against worms cannot maintain thy cause: A JEST. Is a most holy church, a holy man, And eyes like fountains, mumbled forth a prayer, 66 UNPLEASANT MUSICK. IN fields Ribaldo stray'd, A cuckow sing, sigh'd to himself, and said, For I surcharged am so sore that I not know snow, [eyes, Her cheeks with roses spread, or her two sun-like Her teeth of brightest pearl, her lips where sweetness lies: [forth, But those so praise themselves, being to all eyes set That, Muses, ye need not to say aught of their worth; Then her white swelling paps essay for to make known, [are shown; But her white swelling paps through smallest veil Yet she hath something else, more worthy than the rest, Not seen; go sing of that which lies beneath her breast, And mounts like fair Parnasse, where Pegase well doth run Here Phræne stay'd my Muse ere she had well begun. |