10 Through many sirens' charms, which me invited To dance to ease's tunes, the tunes in fashion; Through many cross, misgiving thoughts, which frighted My jealous pen; and through the conjuration 11 But chiefly those which venture in a way may As Venus and her son; that truth be 12 Which broach no Aganippe's streams, but those Where virgin souls without a blush may bathe; Which dare the boisterous multitude oppose With gentle numbers; which despise the wrath Of galled sin; which think not fit to trace Or Greek or Roman song with slavish pace. 13 And seeing now I am in ken of thee, Till into thy embrace myself I throw, 1' Ballas'd:' ballasted, MISCELLANEOUS PIECES. FROM ROBERT HEATH. WHAT IS LOVE? 1 "Tis a child of fancy's getting, Whose smoke like incense doth aspire, 2 It is a soft magnetic stone, Attracting hearts by sympathy, "Tis the true Gordian knot, that ties Fixing thus two lovers' eyes, 3 'Tis the spheres' heavenly harmony, And bid them, like the fixed wain, PROTEST OF LOVE. When I thee all o'er do view By that smooth forehead, where's expressed By those fair twin-like stars that shine, By that ivory porch, thy nose: Running in thy temples, and Those flowery meadows 'twixt them stand: By each pearl-tipt ear by nature, as On each a jewel pendent was: By those lips all dewed with bliss, TO CLARASTELLA. Oh, those smooth, soft, and ruby lips, Whose rosy and vermilion hue Drunk, and forget his motion! Oh that some palsy or lame gout MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. (FROM BYRD'S 'PSALMS, SONNETS,' ETC. 1588.) 1 My mind to me a kingdom is, Such perfect joy therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That God or nature hath assigned: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. 2 No princely port, nor wealthy store, Nor force to win a victory; No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; 3 I see that plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soonest fall; I see that such as are aloft, These get with toil, and keep with fear: 4 I press to bear no haughty sway; Look what I want, my mind supplies; 5 I laugh not at another's loss, Nor grudge not at another's gain; 6 My wealth is health and perfect ease, Nor by desert to give offence; THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER. 1 An old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And the queen's old courtier. 2 With an old lady, whose anger one word assuages; They every quarter paid their old servants their wages, |