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Think, women still to strive with men
To sin, and never for to saint:
There is no heaven; be holy then,
When time with age shall them attaint.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.

But soft! enough, -too much, I fear;
Lest that my mistress hear my song,
She will not stick to warm my ear',
To teach my tongue to be so long :

Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.

XX.

Live with me and be my love",
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And the craggy mountain yields.

There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

7 She will not stick to warm my ear,] So the manuscript in our possession : “ The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599, has it,

“She will not stick to round me on th' ear," which cannot be right. Malone has it

“She will not stick to ring my ear;" but on what authority (probably his MS.) he does not mention.

& Live with me and be my love,] This poem, here incomplete, and what is called “ Love's Answer,” here still more imperfect, may be seen at length in Percy's “ Reliques," Vol. i. p. 237, edit. 1812. They belong to Christopher Marlowe and Sir Walter Raleigh : the first is assigned by name to Marlowe in “England's Helicon," 1600, (sign. A 2) and the last appears in the same collection, under the name of Ignoto, which was a signature sometimes adopted by Sir Walter Raleigh. They are, besides, given to both these authors in Walton's “ Angler” (p. 149, edit. 1808) under the titles of “The Milk-maid's Song," and " The Milk-maid's Mother's Answer."

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs ;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then, live with me and be my love.

LOVE'S ANSWER.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee and be thy love.

XXI.

As it fell upon a day'
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
Which a grove of myrtles made ',
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring;
Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone :
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean’d her breast up-till a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity.
Fie, fie, fie! now would she cry;
Tereu, Tereu ! by and by;
That to hear her so complain
Scarce I could from tears refrain,
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think

upon

mine own.

9 As it fell upon a day] This poem is contained in R. Barnfield's “Encomion of Lady Pecunia," 1598. It is also inserted in “ England's Helicon," 1600, (H 2) under the signature of Ignoto : it there follows "My flocks feed not,” and is entitled “Another of the same Shepherd's.” Barnfield excluded it from the . edition of his “Encomion” in 1605, probably because he knew that he had no property in it.

i Which a GROVE of myrtles made,] Some modern editors state, that in “ England's Helicon," 1600, "grove" is printed group : the fact is otherwise ; the mistake having arisen from not consulting the original edition of that poetical miscellany: "grove" is also the word in Barnfield's “Encomion," 1598; but it is group in the reprint of “ England's Helicon” in 1812. This blunder seems to have misled those who trusted to the reprint.

Ah ! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ;
None takes pity on thy pain :
Senseless trees they cannot hear thee,
Ruthless bears they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion he is dead,
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead,
All thy fellow birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing”.

XXII.

Whilst as fickle fortune smil'd',
Thou and I were both beguild :
Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy, like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find :
Every man will be thy friend,
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call,
And with such like flattering,
Pity but he were a king.
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice:
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then, farewell his great renown:
They that fawn’d on him before
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed
He will help thee in thy need :

Careless of thy sorrowing.] “ England's Helicon," 1600, alone here adds this couplet :

“Even so, poor bird, like thee,

None alive will pity me." 3 Whilst as fickle fortune smil'd,] This is the last poem in "The Passionate Pilgrim," 1599. It is a separate production, both in subject and place, with a slight division (but no heading) between it and the poem which precedes it: nevertheless they have been coupled in some modern editions, most likely because they are found erroneously united in Barnfield's “ Encomion," 1598.

If thou sorrow,

he will

weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart,
He with thee does bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

FINIS.

THE PHENIX AND TURTLE".

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather'd king,
Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.

4 The Phoenix and Turtle.] This poem is printed, as we have given it, with the name of Shakespeare, in Robert Chester's “Love's Martyr, or Rosalin's Complaint," 160). It occurs near the end, among what are called on the titlepage " new Compositions of several modern Writers, whose names are subscribed to their several Works."

And thou, treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
’Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phønix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.

So they lov'd, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.

Hearts remote, yet not asunder, Distance, and no space was seen "Twixt the turtle and his

queen; But in them it were a wonder.

So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the Phænix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.

Property was thus appallid,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was call’d.

Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded;

That it cried, how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.

Whereupon it made this threne
To the phenix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.

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