Unborn was false Suspect; No thought of Jealousy ; From wanton toys and fond affect The virgin's life was free: Hey down adown, did Dian sing, &c. At length men used charms, Thus women welcom'd woe, Hey down a down, did Dian sing, Than love there is no vainer thing, A VISION UPON THE FAIRY QUEEN, METHOUGHT I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn: and passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept; THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE. Ascribed to Sir W. Raleigh in England's Helicon. Melibaeus. SHEPHERD, what's love? I pray thee tell. Where pleasure and repentance dwell; F. It is December match'd with May, M. Yet, what is love? good shepherd, sain. F. It is a toothache, or like pain; M. Yet, shepherd, what is love, I pray? F. It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray, It is a thing will soon away; Then nymphs take vantage while you may, And this is love as I hear say. M. And what is love, good shepherd, shew? F. A thing that creeps, it cannot go; A prize that passeth to and fro; DULCINA. As at noon Dulcina rested In her sweet and shady bower, Came a shepherd, and requested In her lap to sleep an hour. But from her look A wound he took So deep, that for a farther boon Whereto she says, 66 Forego me now, come to me soon!" But in vain she did conjure him To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him, And but one to bid him When lips invite, And eyes delight, go. And cheeks, as fresh as rose in June, What boots to say, "Forego me now, come to me soon!" He demands, what time for pleasure Improves delight; Which she denies; "Night's murky noon In Venus' plays Makes bold," she says, Forego me now, come to me soon!" But what promise, or profession, From his hands could purchase scope? Who would sell the sweet possession Of such beauty for a hope? Or for the sight Of lingering night, Forego the present joys of noon? Tho' ne'er so fair Her speeches were, "Forego me now, come to me soon!" How at last agreed these lovers? Or he relent? discovers; Accepts he night, or grants she noon? Or not? she said, "Forego me now, come to me soon!" HIS LOVE ADMITS NO RIVAL. SHALL I, like a hermit, dwell, |