CXXXV My love she's but a lassie yet, To sit an' woo Down by the stream sae glassy yet. O' joys to be, When fa's the modest gloaming yet. She's neither proud nor saucy yet; Bonny blinking, Hilty-skilty lassie yet. But O her artless smile's mair sweet Than hinny or than marmalete; An' right or wrang, Ere it be lang, I'll bring her to a parley yet. I'm jealous o' what blesses her, The very breeze that kisses her, On which she treads, Though wae for ane that misses her. Then O to meet my lassie yet, Up in yon glen sae grassy yet; For all I see Are nought to me Save her that's but a lassie yet! JAMES HOGG. CXXXVI ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart 'Tis free, it vows, from any art, Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant, And let the giver live, Who, with it, would the world have sent, And, that Dorinda may not fear I e'er will prove untrue, My vow shall, ending with the year, With it begin anew. MATTHEW PRIOR. CXXXVII WHO is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. CXXXVIII SONG LADIES, though to your conquering eyes And borrows those bright arms from you Then rack not lovers with disdain, SIR GEORGE ETHERAGE. CXXXIX HONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If, when she appears i' th' room, Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, Dost not speak thy words twice over, Know this, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, And all defects for graces take, Persuad'st thyself that jests are broken Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If, when thou appear'st to be within, To what was ask'd thee properly, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If, when thy stomach calls to eat, And with much gazing on her face Dost not rise hungry from the place, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, And desiring to love true Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, Thou must begin again, and love anew. CXL SIR JOHN SUCKLING. IF music be the food of love, play on; Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. CXLI RESTORE thy tresses to the golden ore, |