For her gait if she be walking,
Be she sitting I desire her
For her state's sake, and admire her
For her wit if she be talking:
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest; be she merry,
For a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her
So much grace and so approve her
That for everything I love her.
From the “Inner Temple Masque” STEER hither, steer your wingèd pines, All beaten mariners: Here lie undiscovered mines, A prey to passengers; Perfumes far sweeter than the best That make the phœnix urn and nest: Fear not your ships, Nor any to oppose you save our lips;...
From “Britannia’s Pastorals,” Bk. I. Song 5 THEN as a nimble squirrel from the wood, Ranging the hedges for his filbert-food, Sits pertly on a bough his brown nuts cracking, And from the shell the sweet white kernel taking, Till with their crooks and bags a sort of boys, To share with him, come...
Shall I tell you whom I love? Hearken then awhile to me; And if such a woman move As I now shall versify, Be assured ’t is she or none, That I love, and love alone. Nature did her so much right As she scorns the help of art. In as many virtues dight As e’er yet embraced a heart. So much...
Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring forever. Love, that to the voice is near, Breaking from your ivory pale, Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful nightingale. Welcome, welcome, then I...
For her gait if she be walking,
Be she sitting I desire her
For her state's sake, and admire her
For her wit if she be talking:
Gait and state and wit approve her;
For which all and each I love her.
Be she sullen, I commend her
For a modest; be she...
