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to depart
Neither for pain nor smart:
And wilt thou leave me
thus?
Say nay! say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
And have no more pity
Of him that
loveth thee?
Alas! thy cruelty!
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say
nay! say nay!
SIR T. WYAT.
34. THE NIGHTINGALE.
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 against a thorn,
And there sung the
dolefullest 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.
--Ah! thought I, thou
mourn'st in vain,
None takes pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees, they
cannot hear thee,
Ruthless beasts, 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:
Even so, poor bird,
like thee,
None alive will pity me.
R. BARNEFIELD.
35.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in
silent darkness born,
Relieve my anguish, and restore the light;

With dark forgetting of my care return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill
adventured youth:
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,

Without the torment of the night's untruth.
Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the
passions of the morrow;
Never let rising Sun approve you liars
To
add more grief to aggravate my sorrow:
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,
And never wake to feel
the day's disdain.
S. DANIEL.
36. MADRIGAL.

Take O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And
those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But
my kisses bring again,
Bring again--
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,
Seal'd in vain!
W. SHAKESPEARE.
37. LOVE'S FAREWELL.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,--
Nay, I have done,
you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any
time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of
former love retain.
Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing,
passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,

And innocence is closing up his eyes,
--Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
From death to
life thou might'st him yet recover!
M. DRAYTON.
38. TO HIS LUTE.
My lute, be as thou wert when thou did'st grow
With thy green
mother in some shady grove,
When immelodious winds but made
thee move,
And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.
Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve,
Which wont in
such harmonious strains to flow,
Is reft from Earth to tune those

spheres above,
What art thou but a harbinger of woe?
Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more,
But orphan's wailings
to the fainting ear;
Each stroke a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear;

For which be silent as in woods before:
Or if that any hand to touch thee deign,
Like widow'd turtle still her
loss complain.
W. DRUMMOND.
39. BLIND LOVE.
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no
correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my
judgment fled
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to
say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote,
Love's eye
is not so true as all men's: No,
How can it? O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with
watching and with tears?
No marvel then though I mistake my view:

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes
well-seeing thy foul faults should find!
W. SHAKESPEARE.
40. THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.
While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorchéd the fruits in vale and
mountain,
Philon the shepherd, late forgot,
Sitting beside a crystal
fountain,
In shadow of a green oak tree
Upon his pipe this song
play'd he:
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love,

untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
So long as I was in your sight
I was your heart, your soul, and
treasure;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames
beyond all measure:
--Three days endured your love to me,
And it
was lost in other three!
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,

Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost
for new love.
Another Shepherd you did see
To whom your heart was soon
enchainéd;
Full soon your love was leapt from me,
Full soon my
place he had obtainéd.
Soon