Farewell, Dear
Love! since

Thou wilt needs

be gone

Farewell, dear love! since thou wilt needs

be gone:

Mine eyes do show my life is almost done.
-Nay I will never die,

So long as I can spy;
There be many mo

Though that she do go.

There be many mo, I fear not;
Why, then, let her go, I care not.

Farewell, farewell! since this I find is true,
I will not spend more time in wooing you.
-But I will seek elsewhere
If I may find her there.

Shall I bid her go?

What and if I do?

Shall I bid her go and spare not?
O no, no, no, no, I dare not.

Ten thousand times farewell! yet stay awhile.

Sweet, kiss me once, sweet kisses time beguile.

-I have no power to move:
How now, am I in love!-
Wilt thou needs be gone?
Go then, all is one.

Wilt thou needs be gone? O hie thee!
Nay; stay, and do no more deny me.

Once more farewell! I see "Loth to de

part "

Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart:
But seeing I must lose

Thy love which I did choose,
Go thy ways for me,

Since it may not be:

Go thy ways for me, but whither
Go?-oh, but where I may come thither.

What shall I do? my love is now departed,
She is as fair as she is cruel-hearted:
She would not be entreated

With prayers oft repeated.
If she come no more,

Shall I die therefore?

If she come no more, what care I?
-Faith, let her go, or come, or tarry.

Those Eyes that
set My Fancy
on a Fire

Those eyes that set my fancy on a fire, Those crisped hairs that hold my heart in chains,

Those dainty hands which conquered my desire,

That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the reins:

Then, Love, be judge, what heart may therewith stand

Such eyes, such head, such wit, and such a hand?

Those eyes for clearness doth the stars surpass,

Those hairs obscure the brightness of

the sun,

Those hands more white than ever ivory

was,

That wit even to the skies hath glory

won.

O eyes that pierce our hearts without

remorse!

O hairs of right that wear a royal crown! O hands that conquer more than Caesar's force!

O wit that turns huge kingdoms upside down!

If Fathers Knew but how to Leave

If fathers knew but how to leave

Their children wit as they do wealth, And could constrain them to receive

That physic which brings perfect health, The world would not admiring stand A woman's face and woman's hand.

Women confess they must obey,

We men will needs be servants still; We kiss their hands, and what they say We must commend, be 't ne'er so ill: Thus we, like fools, admiring stand Her pretty foot and pretty hand.

We blame their pride, which we increase
By making mountains of a mouse;
We praise because we know we please;
Poor women are too credulous

To think that we admiring stand
Or foot, or face, or foolish hand.