She hath left me here all alone, All alone, as unknown, Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own. What's the cause that she leaves you alone, And a new way doth take, I have loved her all my youth, Know that Love is a careless child, He is blind, he is deaf when he list, His desire is a dureless content And a trustless joy; He is won with a world of despair, And is lost with a toy. Of womenkind such indeed is the love, Or the word love abused, Under which many childish desires And conceits are excused. FROM THE HOLY LAND But true love is a durable fire, his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust. Anthony Munday Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her, The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden: But better memory said Fie, So vain desire was chidden. Hey nonny, nonny, &c. Into a slumber then I fell, Seemed to see, but could not tell But even as babes in dreams do smile Hey nonny, nonny, &c. |