Where glory recommends the grief, Silence in love betrays more woe Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, He smarteth most who hides his smart, THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE. "SHEPHERD, what's love? I pray thee, tell!" It is, perhaps, that sauncing bell And this is love, as I heard tell. "Yet, what is love? I pray thee, say!" It is a work on holiday; It is December match'd with May, VOL. II. When lusty bloods, in fresh array, "Yet, what is love? good shepherd, saine?" It is a sunshine mix'd with rain; It is a tooth-ach, or like pain; It is a game where none doth gain. The lass saith, No, and would full fain! And this is love, as I hear saine. "Yet, shepherd, what is love, I pray?" It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may, And this is love, as I hear say. "Yet, what is love? good shepherd, show!" VERSES FOUND IN HIS BIBLE. EVEN such is time; which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have! And pays us nought but age and dust, Which, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wander'd all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. And from which grave, and earth, and dust, The Lord shall raise me up, I trust. IMITATION OF MARLOW. COME live with me, and be my dear, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, There shall you have the beauteous pine, The seat at your disport shall be, Where silver sands, and pebbles, sing Eternal ditties with the spring. There shall you see the nymphs at play, The birds with heavenly-tuned throats, Upon the bare and leafless oak, In bowers of laurel, trimly dight, Ten thousand glow-worms shall attend, And all their sparkling lights shall spend, All to adorn and beautify Then in mine arms will I inclose Lily's fair mixture with the rose; Whose nice perfections in love's play Shall tune me to the highest key. Thus, as we pass the welcome night If these may serve for to entice |