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...
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 breast lie,
And yet not...
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 mute?
Quit, quit,...
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 ring
Would not stay on which they...
