THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS 189 CCXII THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS NOT TO FORGET HIS STEADFAST FAITH AND TRUE INTENT FORGET not yet the tried intent Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not! O, forget not this !— The mind that never meant amiss- Forget not then thine own approved, Sir Thomas Wyat. CCXIII CONSTANCY O NEVER say that I was false of heart! As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie: That is the home of love; if I have ranged, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, CCXIV HOW CAN THE HEART FORGET HER? AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated, With prayers oft repeated! Yet still my love is thwarted: Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted— Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! She is most fair, though she be marble-hearted. SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE How often have my sighs declared my anguish, Wherein I daily languish ! Yet still she doth procure it: Heart, let her go, for I can not endure it— O no, no, no, no, no! 191 She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it. But shall I still a true affection owe her, Which prayers, sighs, tears do show her, Heart, let her go, if they no grace can gain me— O no, no, no, no, no! She made me hers, and hers she will retain me. But if the love that hath and still doth burn me No love at length return me, Out of my thoughts I'll set her: Heart, let her go, O heart I pray thee, let her! Say, shall she go? O no, no, no, no, no! Fix'd in the heart, how can the heart forget her. F. or W. Davison. CCXV SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE SINCE first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye; If now I be disdainèd, I wish my heart had never known ye. What? I that loved and you that liked, shall we begin to wrangle? No, no, no, my heart is fast and cannot disentangle. If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me; Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might you leave me. I asked you leave, you bade me love; is 't now a time to chide me? No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me. The sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder, And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder: Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me, There, O there! where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me! CCXVI Anon. FALSE LOVE WHEN LOVE on time and measure makes his ground,— Time that must end, though Love can never die,— 'Tis Love betwixt a shadow and a sound, A love not in the heart but in the eye; A love that ebbs and flows, now up, now down, LOVE UNALTERABLE 193 Sweet looks show love, yet they are but as beams; Fair words seem true, yet they are but as wind; Eyes shed their tears, yet are but outward streams; Sighs paint a shadow in the falsest mind. Looks, words, tears, sighs, show love when love they leave, False hearts can weep, sigh, swear, and yet deceive. Anon. CCXVII LOVE UNALTERABLE LET me not to the marriage of true minds O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. N Shakespeare. |