LOVE. IF IT BE TRUE THAT ANY BEAUTEOUS | Forgive me if I cannot turn away THING. If it be true that any beauteous thing If the soul doth, by nature tempted forth, Repose upon the eyes which it resembleth, As to its end, and honors in admiring; From those sweet eyes that are my earthly heaven, For they are guiding stars, benignly given I live and love in God's peculiar light. MICHAEL ANGELO (Italian). Translation of J. E. TAYLOR. WERE I AS BASE AS IS THE LOWLY PLAIN. WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, For who adores the Maker needs must love his Yet should the thoughts of me your humble work. MICHAEL ANGELO (Italian). Translation of J. E. TAYLOR. SONNET. MUSES, that sing Love's sensual empirie, GEORGE CHAPMAN. swain THE MIGHT OF ONE FAIR FACE. THE might of one fair face sublimes my love, For it hath weaned my heart from low desires; Nor death I heed, nor purgatorial fires. Thy beauty, antepast of joys above, Instructs me in the bliss that saints approve; For O, how good, how beautiful, must be The God that made so good a thing as thee, So fair an image of the heavenly Dove! THE night has a thousand eyes, The mind has a thousand eyes, FRANCIS W. BOURDILLON. For kings have wars and broils to take in hand, If country loves such sweet desires gain, ROBERT GREENE. TELL ME, MY HEART, IF THIS BE WHEN Delia on the plain appears, Whene'er she speaks, my ravished ear If she some other swain commend, When she is absent, I no more When fond of power, of beauty vain, GEORGE, LORD LYTTELTON. MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART. My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one to the other given : I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own; I cherish his because in me it bides: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING. I SAW two clouds at morning, And in the dawn they floated on, I thought that morning cloud was blest, "And art thou dead, thou gentle youth? And art thou dead and gone? And didst thou die for love of me? Break, cruel heart of stone!" |