Our west horizon circular, From time the sun be set, Is all with rubies, as it were, Or roses red o'erfret. What pleasure were to walk and see, Endlong a river clear, The perfect form of every tree 115 Within the deep appear. 120 Oh then it were a seemly thing, While all is still and calm, The praise of God to play and sing All labourers draw home at even, 125 And can to other say, Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Alexander Hume. X A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY, HOWSOEVER Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, 5 ΙΟ Thrall, or at large, alive whereso I dwell, Hers will I be; and only with this thought Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways ; Forget not yet! Forget not! oh! forget not this, Forget not yet! Forget not then thine own approved, Forget not this! Sir Thomas Wyat. 5 ΤΟ 15 20 XII A RENUNCIATION. If women could be fair, and yet not fond, To mark the choice they make, and how they change, How oft from Phoebus they do flee to Pan; Unsettled still, like haggards wild they range, 5 These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist, And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list? IO Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, To pass the time when nothing else can please, Earl of Oxford. XIII THE EXCELLENCY OF HIS LOVE. Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain : My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well say'n, C 15 5 And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair; As it by writing sealèd were ; I could rehearse, if that I would, The whole effect of Nature's plaint, When she had lost the perfect mould, The like to whom she could not paint: I know she swore with raging mind, There was no loss by law of kind ΙΟ 15 20 That could have gone so near her heart; And this was chiefly all her pain: 'She could not make the like again.' Sith Nature thus gave her the praise To be the chiefest work she wrought; XIV 25 30 Earl of Surrey. FAIR AND FALSE. When first mine eyes did view and mark Thy beauty fair forto behold, The pleasant words that thou me told, I would as then I had been free 5 And when in mind I did consent O flatterer false ! thou traitor born, And him to wound in sundry wise; William Hunnis. ΙΟ 15 XV TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS. I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet, but find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets, Thy favours are but like the wind, That kisses everything it meets : And since thou can with more than one, The morning rose that untouched stands, 5 ΙΟ 15 |