Who would not this sight desire, Though he thought to see no more? O fair eyes, yet let me see One good look, and I am gone; Look on me, for I am he, Thy poor silly Coridon. Thou that art the shepherd's queen, By thy comfort have been seen CORIDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS. Sweet Phillis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain, But think what power thou hast got, Thou see'st they now regard me not, And if I have so far presumed, With prying in thine eyes; Yet let not comfort be consumed, That in thy pity lies: But as thou art that Phillis fair, So let not Love die in despair, That in thy favour lives. If it be so that thou hast sworn, Yet let me know thou dost not scorn But if thy beauty make thee proud, Set down what he hath seen: That Phillida, with Love's content, Is sworn the Shepherd's Queen. FULKE GREVILE, LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. "FULKE GREVILE, servant to Queen Elizabeth, Counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sydney."-LORD BROOKE'S EPITAPH. ["England's Helicon."] OF HIS CYNTHIA. Away with these self-loving lads, And forceth none to kiss the rod. God Cupid's shafts, like destiny, Doth either good or ill decree: What fools are they that have not known That Love likes no laws but his own. My songs, they be of Cynthia's praise, I wear her rings on holidays; Where Honour, Cupid's rival is, If Cynthia crave her ring of me, For many run, but one must win; The worth that worthiness should move, Sweet nymph, 'tis true, you worthy be, MYRA'S INCONSTANCY. I, with whose colours Myra dressed her head, Must I look on, in hope time coming may I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found I, that did wear the ring her mother left, Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked, I, that when drowsy Argus fell asleep, While her breath speaking kindled Nature's fire, Must I look on a-cold while others warm them ? Was it for this that I might Myra see, |