Found only here. Divided erroneously by Malone (1780) and many later editors into two poems, the second beginning with the third stanza.

XV. (The first of Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music.) 'It was a lording's daughter.' Author unknown. Found only here. Dr. Lee conjectures that it may be by Deloney.

XVI. On a day.' By Shakespeare: Dumaine's lines to 'most divine Kate' in Love's Labour's Lost, Act IV, Scene iii. In the play the lines

Do not call it sin in me,

That I am forsworn for thee

follow the line, 'Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.' The poem is reprinted in England's Helicon, 1600, where the above two lines are also omitted, and the title, The Passionate Shepheard's Song is added, in accordance with the pastoral character of that anthology.

XVII. My flocks feed not.' Perhaps by Barnfield. The poem is given with variations of text in the Madrigals (1597) of the musical composer Thomas Weelkes. It appears with the title, The Unknown Shepherd's Complaint in England's Helicon (1600), where it is subscribed Ignoto; but it is followed in that collection by a fragment of the Ode, 'As it fell upon a day,' known to be by Barnfield, and before this fragment appears the heading, Another of the same Shepherd's. If therefore, Barnfield wrote one of these poems in the Helicon, he possibly wrote both.

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XVIII. 'When as thine eye.' Author unknown. Found only here. A parallel, in substance and metrical form, is found in Willobie his Avisa, 1594, Canto 44, where W. S. gives advice to the lover H. W. (Henry Willobie). In commendatory verses prefixed to Willobie his Avisa the name of Shakespeare is found for the first time in print. It has been suggested that W. S. stands for William Shakespeare. Halliwell in his Folio Shakespeare, gives a version of the present poem with differences of text, from a MS. which he believed to be of earlier date than The Passionate Pilgrim.

XIX. 'Live with me.' By Marlowe; the last stanza, Love's Answer, by Raleigh. Marlowe's poem, having his name attached, appears with a slightly differing text, and two added stanzas in England's Helicon (1600). Shakespeare puts the poem to serio-comic uses where Sir Hugh Evans, in The Merry Wives, is waiting for his antagonist, Dr. Caius. The music to Marlowe's poem is given in Corkine's Second Book of Ayres, 1612. In the Helicon 'Love's Answer' is entitled 'The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd'; there are five added stanzas. The initials S. W. R. (Sir Walter Raleigh) are attached, but these letters', writes Dr. Lee, were pasted over with a blank slip of paper in most published copies of England's Helicon, perhaps in deference to some exceptional protest on Sir Walter's part to the unauthorized inclusion of the piece in the anthology.' Walton, in his Compleat Angler, makes his handsome milkmaid sing Kit Marlowe's smooth song, and her mother responds with the answer made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days'. In the second edition of Walton's book a stanza is added to each of the poems.

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XX. As it fell, &c.' By Richard Barnfield, from Poems in divers humors (see VIII). The version given here is from the printed volume of 1598, which however does not include lines 27, 28. In England's Helicon appears an abbreviated form, which closes with these lines (27, 28). Many editors of The Passionate Pilgrim have divided this poem into two, the first ending with line 26. Mr. John Bell Henneman in ‘An English Miscellany', Oxford (1901), argues that the poem as given in England's Helicon is by Shakespeare, and that the portion from 1. 29 to the end, as here given, belongs to Barnfield. Dr. Lee conjectures that much else in The Passionate Pilgrim is derived from Barnfield.

THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM

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WHEN my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young ?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is a soothing tongue,
And age, in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I'll lie with love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.

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II

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man, right fair,
The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her fair pride:
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
For being both to me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.

The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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III

Did not the heavenly rhetoric of thine eye,
'Gainst whom the world could not hold argument,
Persuade my heart to this false perjury?
Vows for thee broke deserve not punishment.
A woman I forswore; but I will prove,
Thou being a goddess, I forswore not thee:
My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me.
My vow was breath, and breath a vapour is;
Then thou, fair sun, that on this earth doth shine,
Exhale this vapour vow; in thee it is:
If broken, then it is no fault of mine.

If by me broke, what fool is not so wise
To break an oath, to win a paradise?

IV

Sweet Cytherea, sitting by a brook

With young Adonis, lovely, fresh, and green,
Did court the lad with many a lovely look,

Such looks as none could look but beauty's queen
She told him stories to delight his ear;
She show'd him favours to allure his eye;

To win his heart, she touch'd him here and there,-
Touches so soft still conquer chastity.

But whether unripe years did want conceit,
Or he refus'd to take her figur'd proffer,

The tender nibbler would not touch the bait,

But smile and jest at every gentle offer:

Then fell she on her back, fair queen, and toward : He rose and ran away; ah! fool too froward.

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If love make me forsworn, how shall I swear to love? O! never faith could hold, if not to beauty vow'd: Though to myself forsworn, to thee I'll constant prove; Those thoughts, to me like oaks, to thee like osiers bow'd.

Study his bias leaves, and makes his book thine eyes, Where all those pleasures live that art can comprehend.

If knowledge be the mark, to know thee shall suffice; Well learned is that tongue that well can thee commend; All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder; Which is to me some praise, that I thy parts admire : Thine eye Jove's lightning seems, thy voice his dreadful thunder,

II

Which, not to anger bent, is music and sweet fire.
Celestial as thou art, O! do not love that wrong,
To sing heaven's praise with such an earthly tongue.

Scarce had the sun dried up the dewy morn,
And scarce the herd gone to the hedge for shade,
When Cytherea, all in love forlorn,

A longing tarriance for Adonis made
Under an osier growing by a brook,

A brook where Adon us'd to cool his spleen :
Hot was the day; she hotter that did look
For his approach, that often there had been.
Anon he comes, and throws his mantle by,
And stood stark naked on the brook's green brim:
The sun look'd on the world with glorious eye,
Yet not so wistly as this queen on him:

He, spying her, bounc'd in, whereas he stood:
'O Jove,' quoth she,' why was not I a flood!'

VII

Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle;
Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty;
Brighter than glass, and yet, as glass is, brittle;
Softer than wax, and yet, as iron, rusty:

A lily pale, with damask dye to grace her,
None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.

Her lips to mine how often hath she join’d,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
How many tales to please me hath she coin'd,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,

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Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.

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