And by sighs whilst that I tried her, You did lose Her first sight, whose want did pain you. Phoebe's flocks Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter. Dove-like, mild, Dove-like eyes, both mild and cruel; In your lamps He will die for to delight her. Or I die: Shall true hearts be fancy's fuel? Turn I Turn I my looks unto the skies, Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes; Love then in every flower is found; He meets me in the shade again; He will be partner of my moan; The god from coyness waxeth kind, For why than Love I am more true: But in thy love I live and die. late Choked with Showers The earth, late choked with showers, The woods are decked with leaves, The birds upon the trees Do sing with pleasant voices, Their loves and lucky choices: With sighs mine arms am wringing. THE EARTH, LATE CHOKED The thrushes seek the shade, Their flight to heaven is made, ด Song Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure, Here on earth nothing is stable, Fortune's changes well are known; Whilst as youth doth then enable, Let your seeds of joy be sown: After death, when you are gone, Joy and pleasure is there none. Feast it freely with your lovers, Sport it freely one to one, |