XXII SAMELA. Like to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, Is fair Samela; As fair Aurora in her morning grey, Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day, Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move, Shines fair Samela; Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Of fair Samela; Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams, Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty, For she's Samela : Pallas in wit, all three, if you will view, Yield to Samela. XXIII Robert Greene. SILENT MUSIC. Rose-cheeked Laura, come! Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Lovely forms do flow From concent divinely framed ; Heaven is music, and thy beauty's Birth is heavenly. These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving Knows no discord; But still moves delight, Like clear springs renewed by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in them Selves eternal. 5 10 15 Thomas Campion. XXIV TRIUMPH OF CHARIS. See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty, And enamoured do wish, so they might But enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, 5 Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. 10 Do but look on her eyes, they do light Than words that soothe her! 15 And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o' the snow, Have you felt the wool of the beaver? Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud of the briar? Or have tasted the Or the nard in the fire? bag o' the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! XXV 20 25 30 Ben Jonson. 5 A BRIDAL SONG. Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Maiden-pinks, of odour faint; Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Oxlips in their cradles growing, IO All, dear Nature's children sweet, Blessing their sense! Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious, or bird fair, Be absent hence! The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor May on our bride-house perch or sing, But from it fly! Beaumont and Fletcher. 15 20 XXVI SONNET. You that do search for every purling spring, Into your rhymes, running in rattling rows; You that poor Petrarch's long deceased woes You take wrong ways: those far-fetched helps be such And sure at length stoln goods do come to light. Stella behold, and then begin to' endite. Sir Philip Sidney. 5 XXVII SONNET. Come Sleep, O Sleep, that certain knot of peace, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Sir Philip Sidney. 5 1Ο XXVIII To yield to those I cannot but disdain, With which I mind my fancies for to chain. Those that have nought wherewith men's minds to gain, 5 |