Out upon it. I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on ’t is, no praise Is due at all to me; Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen in her place.
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From “a Ballad upon a Wedding” * * * * *THE MAID, and thereby hangs a tale, For such a maid no Whitsun-ale Could ever yet produce: No grape that ’s kindly ripe could be So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice. Her finger was so small, the... |
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Pr’y thee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail? Pr’y thee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Pr’y thee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can’t win her, Saying nothing do ’t? Pr’y thee, why so... |
I Prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet, now I think on ’t, let it lie; To find it were in vain; For thou ’st a thief in either eye Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one... |
Out upon it. I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on ’t is, no praise Is due at all to me; Love with me... |
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When, dearest, I but think of thee, Thus while I sit and sigh the day |
