THE TRIPLE FOOL I AM two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wise man, that would not be I, If she would not deny ? Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water's fretful salt away, I thought, if I could draw my pains Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For he tames it, that fetters it in verse. But when I have done so, Some man, his art and voice to show, Doth set and sing my pain; To love and grief tribute of verse belongs, For both their triumphs so are published, WOMAN'S CONSTANCY Now thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? We are not just those persons which we were? So lovers' contracts, images of those, Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose? For having purposed change, and falsehood, you Dispute, and conquer, if I would; For by to-morrow I may think so too. SONG Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be'st born to strange sights, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know; |