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And twice desire, ere it be day,

That which with scorn she put away.
What though she strive to try her strength,
And ban and brawl, and say thee nay,
Her feeble force will yield at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:

“ Had women been so strong as men,

In faith you had not had it then.”
And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend, -and chiefly there
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing in thy lady's ear:

The strongest castle, tower, and town,

The golden bullet beats it down.
Serve always with assured trust,
And in thy suit be humble, true;
Unlessothy lady prove unjust,
Press never thou to choose anew:

When time shall serve, be thou not slack

To proffer, though she put thee back.
The wiles and guiles that women work,
Dissembled with an outward show,
The tricks and toys that in them lurk,
The cock that treads them shall not know.

Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for nought?

Think women still to strive with men,
To sin, and never for to saint:
There is no heaven, by holy then,
When time with age shall them attaint.a

a These four lines are thus given in Mr. Lysons's manuscript :

“ Think women love to match with men,

And not to live so like a saint:
Here is no heaven ; they holy then

Begin, when age doth them attaint."
The one copy is somewhat more intelligible than the other.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.

But soft; enough,—too much I fear,
Lest that my mistress hear my song;
She 'll not stick to round me i' th' ear,
To teach my tongue to be so long :

Yet will she blush, here be it said,
To hear her secrets so bewray'd.

18.

love,

Live with me and be

my
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

LOVE'S ANSWER.

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love. a

* We insert this poem in the order in which it appears in "The Passionate Pil. grim.' The variations of other copies will be found in our Illustrations.

19.

As it fell upon a day,
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring :
Everything did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone:
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean’d her breast up-tillb a thorn,
And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry, ,
Teru, Teru, by and by:
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs so lively shown,
Made me think

upon

mine own.
Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain;
None take pity on thy pain:
Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;
Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee.
King Pandion, he is dead;
All thy friends are lapp'd in lead :
All thy fellow-birds do sing,
Careless of thy sorrowing.
[Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me."]
Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd,
Thou and I were both beguild.

* This poem is also incompletely printed in England's Helicon ;' where it bears the signature Ignoto. There are some variations in the twenty-eight lines there given, as in the case before us, of grove in • The Passionate Pilgrim,' which in • England's Helicon' is group.

6 Up-till. This is given against in England's Helicon.'
Bears. In England's Helicon' beasts.
The

poem in · England's Helicou' here ends; but the two lines with which it concludes are wanting in “The Passionate Pilgrim.'

Every one that flatters thee
Is no friend in misery.
Words are easy like the wind;
Faithful friends are hard to find.
Every man will be thy friend
Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend ;
But if store of crowns be scant,
No man will supply thy want.
If that one be prodigal,
Bountiful they will him call :
And with such-like flattering,
“ Pity but he were a king."
If he be addict to vice,
Quickly him they will entice;
If to women he be bent,
They have him at commandement;
But if fortune once do frown,
Then farewell his great renown:
They that fawn'd on him before,
Use his company no more.
He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need;
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.

SONG.

TAKE, oh, 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,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,

Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears.
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee."

a The collection entitled “The Passionate Pilgrim,' &c., ends with the “Sonnet to Sundry Notes of Music' which we have numbered 19. Malone adds to the collection this exquisite song, of which we find the first verse in • Measure for Measure.' (See Illustrations.)

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