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How might I do to get a graff
Of this unspotted tree?

-For all the rest are plain but chaff,
Which seem good corn to be.

This gift alone I shall her give;
When death doth what he can,
Her honest fame shall ever live
Within the mouth of man.

? by John Heywood

54. To Her Sea-faring Lover

SHALL

Tottel's Miscellany, 1557

HALL I thus ever long, and be no whit the neare ?
And shall I still complain to thee, the which me
I will not hear?

Alas! say nay! say nay! and be no more so dumb, But open thou thy manly mouth and say that thou wilt

come :

Whereby my heart may think, although I see not thee, That thou wilt come-thy word so sware-if thou a live man be.

The roaring hugy waves they threaten my poor ghost, And toss thee up and down the seas in danger to be lost. Shall they not make me fear that they have swallowed thee?

-But as thou art most sure alive, so wilt thou come to me. Whereby I shall go see thy ship ride on the strand, And think and say Lo where he comes and Sure here will he land:

$4. neare] nearer.

And then I shall lift up to thee my little hand,

And thou shalt think thine heart in ease, in health to see

me stand.

And if thou come indeed (as Christ thee send to do!) Those arms which miss thee now shall then embrace [and hold] thee too:

Each vein to every joint the lively blood shall spread Which now for want of thy glad sight doth show full pale and dead.

But if thou slip thy troth, and do not come at all, As minutes in the clock do strike so call for death I shall: To please both thy false heart and rid myself from woe, That rather had to die in troth than live forsaken so!

55. The Faithless Shepherdess

William Byrd's Songs of
Sundry Natures, 1589

WHILE that the sun with his beams hot

Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,

Philon the shepherd, late forgot,

Sitting beside a crystal fountain

In shadow of a green oak tree,

Upon his pipe this song play'd he:

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart, your soul, your treasure;
And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd
Burning in flames beyond all measure:
-Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three!

Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Another shepherd you did see,

To whom your heart was soon enchainèd;
Full soon your love was leapt from me,
Full soon my place he had obtainèd.

Soon came a third your love to win,
And we were out and he was in.
Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Sure you have made me passing glad

That you your mind so soon removèd, Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best beloved:

For all my love was pass'd and done
Two days before it was begun.
Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

56.

Crabbed Age and Youth

The Passionate Pilgrim, 1599

CRABBED Age and Youth

Cannot live together:

Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;

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Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport,

Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, Age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and Age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee;

Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee:

O, sweet shepherd, hie thee!
For methinks thou stay'st too long.

? by William Shakespeare

Phyllida's Love-Call

England's Helicon, 1600

Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!

Titan shineth clear.

Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?

Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee,
Arise then, arise then,

Arise and keep thy flock with me!

Cor. Phyllida, my true love, is it she?
I come then, I come then,

I come and keep my flock with thee

Phyl. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon;
Eat them for my sake.

Cor. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one,
Sport for thee to make.

Phyl. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, To knit thee, to knit thee,

A pair of stockings white as milk.

Cor. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat,
To make thee, to make thee,

A bonnet to withstand the heat.

Phyl. I will gather flowers, my Corydon,
To set in thy cap.

Cor. I will gather pears, my lovely one,
To put in thy lap.

Phyl. I will buy my true love garters gay,
For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about his legs so tall.

Cor. I will buy my true love yellow say,
For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about her middle small.

Phyl. When my Corydon sits on a hill
Making melody-

Cor. When my lovely one goes to her wheel,
Singing cheerily—

Phyl. Sure methinks my true love doth excel
For sweetness, for sweetness,

Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight.
Cor. And methinks my true love bears the bell
For clearness, for clearness,

Beyond the nymphs that be so bright.

Phyl. Had my Corydon, my Corydon,
Been, alack! her swain-

Cor. Had my lovely one, my lovely one,
Been in Ida plain-

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