And not sufficed with this, she says, Of my enjoyed liberties Unto your beauteous sight. Μ MY From ROBERT JONES' Second Book of Songs and Airs, 1601. Y love bound me with a kiss When I felt so sweet a bliss I had less power to part away: Alas, that women doth not know Kisses make men loath to go Yes, she knows it but too well, For I heard when Venus' dove In her ear did softly tell That kisses were the seals of love : O muse not then though it be so, Kisses make men loath to go. Wherefore did she thus inflame And starve whom she had given food? I the common sense can show, Kisses make men loath to go. Had she bid me go at first It would ne'er have grieved my heart, But ah to kiss and then to part! From ROBERT JONES' Second Book of Songs and Airs, 1601. Y Love is neither young nor old, M Not nor Not fiery-hot nor frozen-cold, M From WILLIAM BYRD'S Psalms, Y mind to me a kingdom is : Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss That God or nature hath assigned. Though much I want, that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely port, nor wealthy store, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to win a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall! For why? my mind despise them all. I see that plenty surfeits oft, I press to bear no haughty sway, I laugh not at another's loss, My wealth is health and perfect ease; From JOHN MUNDY's Songs and MY prime of youth is but a frost of cares! My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ! My crop of corn is but a field of tares! The Spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung! From CAMPION and ROSSETER'S Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus. Y sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, MAnd though the sager sort our deeds reprove Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive But, soon as once is set our little light, If all would lead their lives in love like me, When timely death my life and fortunes ends, And crown with love my ever-during night. From JOHN DOWLAND'S First Y Thoughts are winged with Hopes, my Hopes MY with Love: Mount Love unto the moon in clearest night, And say, as she doth in the heavens move, And whisper this, but softly, in her ears, "Hope oft doth hang the head and Trust shed tears." And you, my Thoughts, that some mistrust do carry, G |