And hurt his neck; out gushed the blood. Yet Hector ceased not so, But in his strong hand took a flint, as he did backwards go, Black, sharp, and big, laid in the field; the sevenfold targe it smit Full on the boss, and round about the brass did ring with it. Then had they laid on wounds with swords, in use of closer fight, Unless the heralds, messengers of gods and godlike men, The one of Troy, the other Greece, had held betwixt them, then, Doth love you both; both soldiers are, all witness with good right. 75 80 But now Night lays her mace on earth; 't is good t' obey the Night." "Idaeus," Telamon replied, "to Hector speak, not me; He that called all our Achive peers to station-fight, 't was he. If he first cease, I gladly yield." Great Hector then began: "Ajax, since Jove, to thy big form, made thee so strong a man And gave thee skill to use thy strength, so much that for thy spear Thou art most excellent of Greece, now let us fight forbear. 85 Go thou and comfort all thy fleet, all friends and men of thine; 90 95 100 Those that, encount'ring, were such foes are now, being separate, friends."" He gave a sword, whose handle was with silver studs through driven, Scabbard and all, with hangers rich. By Telamon was given 1598. THOMAS CAMPION FOLLOW THY FAIR SUN, UNHAPPY SHADOW Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow; And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. Follow her whose light thy light depriveth; Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth, As thou still black must be Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. Follow her, while yet her glory shineth: There comes a luckless night, That will dim all her light; And this the black unhappy shade divineth. Follow still, since so thy fates ordainèd: The sun must have his shade, Till both at once do fade; The sun still proved, the shadow still disdainèd. 105 5 ΙΟ 15 20 1601. MY SWEETEST LESBIA, LET US LIVE AND LOVE My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love; And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive But soon as once set is our little light, If all would lead their lives in love like me, When timely death my life and fortune ends, Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends; 15 And crown with love my ever-during night. JACK AND JOAN, THEY THINK NO ILL Jack and Joan, they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still; Do their week-days' work, and pray Devoutly on the holy-day; Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen; Lash out at a country feast Their silver penny with the best. 10 151 20 5 Well can they judge of nappy ale, And tell at large a winter tale; ΙΟ Climb up to the apple loft, And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the father's joy, All their pleasure is content; And care, to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; Now, you courtly dames and knights, Though your tongues dissemble deep Securer lives the silly swain. About 1613. NEVER WEATHER-BEATEN SAIL Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast. Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high paradise: 5 330 25 20 15 |