Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, Never believe, though in my nature reign'd For nothing this wide universe I call, XIV T "O me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred, XV DIAPHENIA DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly, White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigh ho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blessed Dear joy, how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! H. Constable L XVI ROSALINE IKE to the clear in highest sphere Where all imperial glory shines, Of selfsame colour is her hair Whether unfolded, or in twines : Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud Or like the silver crimson shroud Her lips are like two budded roses Within which bounds she balm encloses Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her neck is like a stately tower Her paps are centres of delight, With orient pearl, with ruby red, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view : Heigh ho, fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan Since for a fair there's fairer none, Nor for her virtues so divine : Heigh ho, fair Rosaline; Heigh ho, my heart! would God that she were mine! T. Lodge XVII EAUTY sat bathing by a spring BEAU Where fairest shades did hide her ; My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye Hey nonny nonny O! Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell Her feature or her fashion. But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, HALL I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, XIX TO HIS LOVE HEN in the chronicle of wasted time WI see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme |