And that I have deserved With true and faithful heart, That never felt the smart, 3 But happy is that man That 'scaped hath the grief, It is, who taketh heed; 4 This gift it hath also: 5 But since thou, desert place, Canst give me no account Of my desired grace, That I to have was wont; That love hath set aloft, And casten in the dust. 'Plage: a toil or net.-2 Ghost:' spirit, mind. R THE LOVER DESCRIBETH HIS RESTLESS STATE. 1 As oft as I behold and see The sovereign beauty that me bound, 2 As flame doth quench by rage of fire, And running streams consume by rain, So doth the sight that I desire Appease my grief and deadly pain. 3 Like as the fly that see'th the flame, 4 First when I saw those crystal streams, 5 But wilful will did prick me forth, Blind Cupid did me whip and guide; 6 Wherein is hid the cruel bit, Whose sharp repulse none can resist ''In worth :' patiently.—2 His list:' his pleasure. 7 As cruel waves full oft be found Against the rocks to roar and cry; 8 And as the spider draws her line, With labour lost I frame my suit; The fault is hers, the loss is mine : Of ill-sown seed such is the fruit. 9 I fall, and see mine own decay; As he that bears flame in his breast, Forgets for pain to cast away The thing that breedeth his unrest. THE LOVER EXCUSETH HIMSELF OF SUSPECTED CHANGE. 1 THOUGH I regarded not The promise made by me; 2 All men might well dispraise My wit and enterprise, If I esteemed a pese2 Above a pearl in price: Or judged the owl in sight เ Wite:' blame.-2 Pese:' a pea. Which flieth but in the night, As all men know right well. 3 Or if I sought to sail Into the brittle port, Where anchor hold doth fail To such as do resort; Where blows no blustering wind; Nor fickleness in ure,1 So far forth as I find. 4 No! think me not so light, To hunt the gander's foe: 5 Nor yet to change at all; And loath for to forego; 6 The fire it cannot freeze, The constance of the mind. ''Ure :' see note, page 245.—2 'Lese:' lose. Yet as soon shall the fire Want heat to blaze and burn, Have once a thought to turn. A CARELESS MAN SCORNING AND DESCRIBING THE SUBTLE USAGE OF WOMEN TOWARDS THEIR LOVERS. WRAPT in my careless cloak, as I walk to and fro, I see how love can show what force there reigneth in his bow: And how he shooteth eke a hardy heart to wound; And where he glanceth by again, that little hurt is found. For seldom is it seen he woundeth hearts alike; The one may rage, when t'other's love is often far to seek. All this I see, with more; and wonder thinketh me How he can strike the one so sore, and leave the other free. I see that wounded wight that suff'reth all this wrong, stealth, 11 As though it seem'd, 'I wis, I will not lose thee so;’ When in her heart so sweet a thought did never truly Then grow. say I thus: Alas! that man is far from bliss, That doth receive for his relief none other gain but this.' And she that feeds him so, I feel and find it plain, Is but to glory in her power, that over such can reign : |