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,
Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss

I stand the bitter night

In my window where I may see
Before the winds how the clouds flee:
Lo! what a mariner love hath made me!

And in green waves when the salt flood
Doth rise by rage of wind,

A thousand fancies in that mood
Assail my restless mind.

Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe,
That with the spoil of my heart did go,
And left me; but alas! why did he so?

And when the seas wax calm again
To chase fro me annoy,

My doubtful hope doth cause me plain;

So dread cuts off my joy.

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
MARTIAL, the things that do attain

The happy life be these, I find :

The richesse left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground, the quiet mind;

40. drencheth] i.e. is drenched or drowned.

The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthful life;
The household of continuance;

The mean diet, no delicate fare;
True wisdom join'd with simpleness;
The night dischargèd of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress.

The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Contented with thine own estate
Ne wish for death, ne fear his might

NICHOLAS GRIMALD

42.

A True Love

1519-63

HAT sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants

WHAT

we see,

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 esteemèd be

So doth my love surmount them all, whom yet I hap to see!

The oak shall olives bear, the lamb the lion fray,

The owl shall match the nightingale in tuning of her lay,

42. fray] affright.

Or I my love let slip out of mine entire heart,
So deep reposed in my breast is she for her desart!
For many blessed gifts, O happy, happy land!

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

15207-158

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.
Therefore, go, with thy luve remain,
And let me leif thus unmolest;

And see that thou come not again,
But bide with her thou luvis best.

Sen she that I have servit lang

Is to depart so suddenly,

Address thee now, for thou sali gang
And bear thy lady company.

Fra she be gone, heartless am I,
For quhy? thou art with her possest.
Therefore, my heart, go hence in high,
And bide with her thou luvis best.

Though this belappit body here

Be bound to servitude and thrall,
My faithful heart is free entier
And mind to serve my lady at all.
Would God that I were perigall
Under that redolent rose to rest!

Yet at the least, my heart, thou sall
Abide with her thou luvis best.

Sen in your garth the lily quhyte

May not remain amang the laif,
Adieu the flower of whole delite !

Adieu the succour that may me saif!
Adieu the fragrant balme suaif,

And lamp of ladies lustiest!

My faithful heart she shall it haif
To bide with her it luvis best.

Deploir, ye ladies cleir of hue,

Her absence, sen she must depart!
And, specially, ye luveris true

That wounded bene with Luvis dart.
For some of you sall want ane heart
As well as I; therefore at last

Do go with mine, with mind inwart,
And bide with her thou luvis best!

belappit] downtrodden.

garth] garden-close.

inner mind, i. e. in spirit.

perigall] made equal to, privileged. with mind inwart] with

laif] rest.

44.

A Rondel of Love

LO, quhat it is to love

Learn ye that list to prove.

By me, I say, that no ways may
The ground of grief remove,
But still decay both nicht and day:
Lo, quhat it is to love!

Love is ane fervent fire
Kindlit without desire,
Short pleasure, long displeasure,
Repentance is the hire;

Ane pure tressour without measour;

Love is ane fervent fire.

To love and to be wise,

To rage with good advice;

Now thus, now than, so gois the game,

Incertain is the dice;

There is no man, I say, that can

Both love and to be wise.

Flee always from the snare,
Learn at me to beware;

It is ane pain, and double trane
Of endless woe and care;
For to refrain that danger plain,

Flee always from the snare.