Say, shall she go?

O no, no, no, no, no!

She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it.

But shall I still a true affection owe her,
Which prayers, sighs, tears do show her,
And shall she still disdain me?

Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me
Say, shall she go?

O no, no, no, no, no!

She made me hers, and hers she will retain me.

But if the love that hath and still doth burn me
No love at length return me,

Out of my thoughts I'll set her:

Heart, let her go, O heart I pray thee, let her!
Say, shall she go?

O no, no, no, no, no! :

Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her.

F. Davison

248.

I

Chloris in the Snow

SAW fair Chloris walk alone,

When feather'd rain came softly down,
As Jove descending from his Tower

To court her in a silver shower:
The wanton snow flew to her breast,
Like pretty birds into their nest,

But, overcome with whiteness there,
For grief it thaw'd into a tear:
Thence falling on her garment's hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.

Anon.

249.

CAM

Camella

AMELLA fair tripped o'er the plain,
I followed quickly after;

Have overtaken her I would fain,
And kissed her when I caught her.
But hope being passed her to obtain,
Camella!' loud I call:

She answered me with great disdain,
'I will not kiss at all.'

Anon.

250. What Delight Can They Enjoy WHAT delight can they enjoy

Whose hearts are not their own,

But are gone abroad astray

And to others' bosoms flown?

Silly comforts, silly joy,

Which fall and rise as others move

Who seldom use to turn our way!'
And therefore Chloris will not love,
For well I see

How false men be,

And let them pine that lovers prove.

J. Daniel

251.

Doron's Jig

THROUGH the shrubs as I can crack
For my lambs, little ones,

'Mongst many pretty ones,

Nymphs I mean, whose hair was black
As the crow:

Like the snow

Her face and browès shined I ween!

I saw a little one,

A bonny pretty one,

As bright, buxom, and as sheen
As was she

On her knee

That lulled the god, whose arrow warms
Such merry little ones,
Such fair-faced pretty ones
As dally in love's chiefest harms:
Such was mine,

Whose grey eyne

Made me love. I gan to woo

This sweet little one,

This bonny pretty one.

I wooed hard a day or two,

Till she bade

'Be not sad,

Woo no more, I am thine own,

Thy dearest little one,

Thy truest pretty one.'

252.

Thus was faith and firm love shown,

As behoves
Shepherds' loves.

R. Greene

When, Dearest, I But Think of

WHEN

Thee

THEN, dearest, I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
Are present and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth arise
Are like the grace of deities,

Still present with us, tho' unsighted.

Thus while I sit and sigh the day
With all his borrowed lights away,

Till night's black wings do overtake me,
Thinking on thee, thy beauties then,
As sudden lights do sleepy men,

So they by their bright rays awake me.

Thus absence dies, and dying proves
No absence can subsist with loves

That do partake of fair perfection:
Since in the darkest night they may
By love's quick motion find a way
To see each other by reflection.

The waving sea can with each flood
Bathe some high promont that hath stood

253.

Far from the main up in the river:
O think not then but love can do
As much! for that's an ocean too,
Which flows not every day, but ever!

Sir J. Suckling

BEAUTY

Beauty Bathing

EAUTY sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did hide her;

The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
To see what was forbidden:
But better memory said Fie;

So vain desire was chidden
Hey nonny nonny O!
Hey nonny nonny!

Into a slumber then I fell,

And fond imagination

Seemed to see, but could not tell,

Her feature or her fashion:

But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,

And sometimes fall a-weeping,

So I awaked as wise that while

As when I feel a-sleeping.

A. Munday