THE SEA HATH MANY THOUSAND

SANDS

THE sea hath many thousand sands,

The sun hath motes as many;

The sky is full of stars, and Love

As full of woes as any:

Believe me, that do know the elf,
And make no trial by thyself.

It is in truth a pretty toy
For babes to play withal;

But O, the honeys of our youth

Are oft our age's gall!

Self-proof in time will make thee know
He was a prophet told thee so:

A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;

For headstrong Youth will run his race,
Although his goal be grief:

Love's Martyr, when his heat is past,

Proves Care's Confessor at the last.

OVER THE MOUNTAINS

ANON

OVER the mountains

And over the waves,

Under the fountains
And under the graves;

Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey ;
Over rocks that are steepest
Love will find out the way.

ANON

Where there is no place

For the glow-worm to lie;
Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly;

Where the midge dares not venture
Lest herself fast she lay ;
If Love come, he will enter
And soon find out his way.

You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him

A coward from his flight;

But if she whom love doth honour

Be concealed from the day,

Set a thousand guards upon her,

Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him
By having him confined;

And some do suppose him,

Poor thing, to be blind;

But if ne'er so close you wall him,

Do the best that you may,

Blind Love, if so ye call him,

Will find out his way.

You may train the eagle

To stoop to your fist;
Or you may inveigle
The phoenix of the east :

The lioness, ye may move her

To give o'er her prey;

But you'll ne'er stop a lover:
He will find out his way.

LOVE ME OR NOT, LOVE HER I MUST OR DIE

T. CAMPION

LOVE me or not, love her I must or die;
Leave me or not, follow her needs must I.

O that her grace would my wished comforts give!
How rich in her, how happy I should live!

All my desire, all my delight should be
Her to enjoy, her to unite to me;
Envy should cease, her would I love alone:
Who loves by looks is seldom true to one.

Could I enchant, and that it lawful were,
Her would I charm softly that none should hear;
But love enforced rarely yields firm content:
So would I love that neither should repent.

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,

UNDER the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see

No enemy

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.