IX THE LOVER'S OFFERING ANG there, my verse, in witness of my love : HANG And thou, thrice-crownéd Queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. X A SUPPLICATION Sweet Mistress,-what your name is else, I SWEET know not, Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine, Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder, more than earth, divine. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Against my soul's pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an unknown field? Are you a god? would you create me new? Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield! XI EROS AND ANTEROS RT thou, god, to shepherd turn'd, ART That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? Why, thy godhead laid apart, Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Hath power to raise such love in mine, Would they work in mild aspect ! And by him seal up thy mind; Whether that thy youth and kind Of me and all that I can make ; XII MORNING TEARS So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright No drop but as a coach doth carry thee; And they thy glory through my grief will show : But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep XIII PRAISE OF THE MISTRESS IF love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? Ah, never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd! Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll faithful prove; Those thoughts to me were oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd. Study his bias leaves and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live that art would comprehend : If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; |