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If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call;
And with such-like flattering,
«« Pity but he was a king."
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandment;
But if Fortune once do frown,
Then farewel his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee at thy need ;
If thou sorrow, he will weep,
If thou wake, he cannot sleep ;
Thus, of every grief in heart,
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Whence comes my love, Oh heart, disclose!
'Twas from cheeks that shame the rose;
From lips that spoil the diamond's blaze.
Whence comes my woe, as freely own,
Ah me! 'twas from a heart of ftone.
The blushing check speaks modeft mind,
The lips befitting words most kind;
tempt to love's desire,
And seems to say 'tis Cupid's fire.
Yet all so fair but speak my moan,
Syth nought doth say the heart of stone.
Why thus my love fo kind bespeak
Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to save my pain ?
O Venus ! take thy gifts again.
Make nought fo fair to cause our moan,
Or make a heart that's like our own.
S O N N E T. Faint amorift! what, dost thou think To taste love's honey, and not drink One dram of gall? or to devoar A world of sweet, and taste no sour? .. Doft thou ever think to enter. Th’ Elysian fields, that daręst not venture In Charon's barge ? a lover's mind Must use to fail with every wind !
He that loves, and fears to try,
Learns his mistress to deny.
Doth she chide thee? 'tis to shew it
That thy coldness makes her do it.
Is she silent, is she mute ?
Silence fully grants thy suit.
Doth she pout and leave the room?
Then she goes to bid thee come.
Is The fick ? why then be sure,
She invites thee to the cure.
Doth she cross thy suit with “ No ?”
Tush! she loves to hear thee woo.
Doth the call the faith of men
In question ? nay, she loves thee then;
And if e'er she makes a blot,
She's loft if that thou hit’ft her not.
He that, after ten denials,
Dares attempt no farther trials,
Hath no.warrant to acquire
The dainties of his chaste desire.
SONNET. IN a grove
most rich of shade,
Where birds wanton music made,
May, then young, his pied weeds showing,
New perfum'd, with flow'rs fresh growing,
Astrophel, with Stella sweet,
Did for mutual comfort meet;
Both within themselves oppressid,
But each in the other bless'd.-
great harms had taught much care,
Her fair neck a foul yoke bare ;
But her fight his cares did banish,
In his fight her yoke did vanish.
Wept they had, alas, the while !
But now tears themselves did smile;
Sigh they did, but now betwixt
Sighs of woe were glad fighs mix'd ;
Their ears hụngry of each word,
Which the deas tongue could afford.
• Stella ! whose voice, when it fingeth, Angels to acquaintance bringeth ; Stella, in whose body is Writ each character of bliss; Whose face all, all beauty passeth, Save thy mind, which that furpasseth; Grant- grant—but speech, alas! Fails me, fearing on to pass Grant, О dear, on knees I pray, (Knees on ground he then did stay) That not I, but, fince I love you, Time and place for me may move you! Never season was more fit, Never room more apt for it! Smiling air allows my reason, The birds sing, “ now use the season,” This small wind, which so sweet is, See how it the leaves doth kiss ; And, if dumb things be so witty, Shall a heavenly grace want pity?"
There, his hands, in their speech, fain Would have made tongue's language plain ; But her hands, his hands repelling, Gave repulse all grace excelling. Then she spake ; her speech was such As not ears but heart did touch ; While in suchwise she love denied As yet love she signified.