Behold a

Wonder here!

Behold a wonder here!
Love hath received his sight,
Which many hundred year
Hath not beheld the light.

Such beams infused be

By Cynthia in his eyes,

As first have made him see
And then have made him wise.

Love now no more will weep

For them that laugh the while, Nor wake for them that sleep, Nor sigh for them that smile.

So powerful is the Beauty

That Love doth now behold,
As love is turned to Duty

That's neither blind nor bold.

Thus Beauty shows her might
To be of double kind;
In giving Love his sight
And striking Folly blind.

not Prize thy Beauty at too High a Rate

Do not, O do not prize thy beauty at too high a rate,

Love to be loved whilst thou art lovely, lest thou love too late;

Frowns print wrinkles in thy brows,
At which spiteful age doth smile;
Women in their froward vows
Glorying to beguile.

Wert thou the only world's admired thou canst love but one,

And many have before been loved, thou art not loved alone:

Couldst thou speak with heavenly grace,

Sappho might with thee compare; Blush the roses in thy face,

Rosamond was as fair.

DO NOT, O DO NOT PRIZE

Pride is the canker that consumeth beauty in her prime,

They that delight in long debating feel the curse of time:

All things with the time do change,
That will not the time obey;

Some even to themselves seem strange
Thorough their own delay.

Lady Weep

I saw my Lady weep,

And Sorrow proud to be advanced so

In those fair eyes where all perfections

keep.

Her face was full of woe,

But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts

Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.

Sorrow was there made fair,

And Passion wise; Tears a delightful

thing;

Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare; She made her sighs to sing,

And all things with so sweet a sadness

move

As made my heart at once both grieve and love.

O fairer than aught else

The world can show, leave off in time to

grieve.

I SAW MY LADY WEEP

Enough, enough: your joyful look excels: Tears kill the heart, believe.

O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.