May chance thee lie wither'd and old And then may chance thee to repent To cause thy lover's sigh and swoon: And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute! this is the last 39. HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY Description of Spring 1516-47 Wherein each thing renews, save only the Lover THE Summer is come, for every spray now springs: 39. make] mate. 2246 D 5 65 The adder all her slough away she slings; And thus I see among these pleasant things 40. Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover being upon the Sea O HAPPY dames! that may embrace Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight Of me, that wonted to rejoice The fortune of my pleasant choice: Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice. In ship, freight with rememberance Alas! how oft in dreams I see Those eyes that were my food; 39. mings] mingles, mixes. 41. Wherewith I wake with his return Whose absent flame did make me burn: But when I find the lack, Lord! how I mourn! When other lovers in arms across Rejoice their chief delight, In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee: And in green waves when the salt flood A thousand fancies in that mood Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe, To chase fro me annoy, My doubtful hope doth cause me plain; Thus is my wealth mingled with woe And of each thought a doubt doth grow; -Now he comes! Will he come? Alas! no, no. The Means to attain Happy Life The happy life be these, I find : The richesse left, not got with pain; 40. drencheth] i. e. is drenched or drowned. The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; The mean diet, no delicate fare; The faithful wife, without debate ; Ne wish for death, ne fear his might. What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me! As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening's weed As mellow pears above the crabs esteemed be— So doth my love surmount them all, whom yet to see! I hap The oak shall olives bear, the lamb the lion fray, 42. fray] affright. Or I my love let slip out of mine entire heart, Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand! Yet, land, more is thy bliss that, in this cruel age, A Venus' imp thou hast brought forth, so steadfast and so sage. Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make, And to the Graces Three a fourth, her would Apollo take. Let some for honour hunt, and hoard the massy gold: With her so I may live and die, my weal cannot be told. 43. ALEXANDER SCOTT A Bequest of His Heart 1520?-158 HENCE, heart, with her that must depart, And hald thee with thy soverane! For I had liever want ane heart, Nor have the heart that dois me pain. And see that thou come not again, Sen she that I have servit lang Is to depart so suddenly, Address thee now, for thou sall gang And bear thy lady company. |