Some things that may sweeten gladness The dull loneness, the black shade This black den, which rocks emboss, She hath taught me by her might Therefore then, best earthly bliss, That e'er heav'n to mortals lent; Than I am in love with thee! Though our wise ones call it madness, If I love not thy mad'st fits Above all their greatest wits! And though some, too seeming holy, Thou dost teach me to contemn, What makes knaves and fools of them! THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Be she fairer than the day, What care I how fair she be? Shall my foolish heart be pin'd, If she be not so to me, Shall a woman's virtues move If she be not such to me, 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, And, unless that mind I see, Great or good, or kind or fair, THE STEDFAST SHEPHERD. HENCE away, thou Syren, leave me, No common snare Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I'm no slave to such as you be; Ever rob me of my rest: Go, go, display Thy beauty's ray To some more-soon enamour'd swain: Of sighs and smiles Are all bestowed on me in vain.. I have elsewhere vowed a duty; Where gaudy clothes And feign'd oaths may love obtain: Whose look swears No, That all your labours will be vain. Can he prize the tainted posies, On her sweet breast, That is the pride of Cynthia's train: Thy mermaid song Is all bestowed on me in vain. He's a fool that basely dallies, Where each peasant mates with him: Shall I haunt the thronged valleys, Whilst there's noble hills to climb ? No, no, though clowns So will thy love Be all bestowed on me in vain. I do scorn to vow a duty Where each lustful lad may woo; Give me her whose sun-like beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto : She, she it is Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain: Fond fools, adieu; You seek to captive me in vain. Leave me then, you Sirens, leave me ; Seek no more to work my harms: Crafty wiles cannot deceive me, Who am proof against your charms: You labour may To lead astray The heart, that constant shall remain ; And I the while Will sit and smile To see you spend your time in vain. |