May chance thee lie wither'd and old Care then who list! for I have done. 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 And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and pastMy lute, be still, for I have done. 39. HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY Description of Spring Wherein each thing renews, save only the Lover 1516-47 THE 39. make] mate. 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 HAPPY dames! that may embrace Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight 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, Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss I stand the bitter night In 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 A thousand fancies in that mood Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe, And when the seas wax calm again 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 attam 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 ; 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, 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, Let And to the Graces Three a fourth, her would Apollo take. 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, 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 |