CUPID and my Campaspe played His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); JOHN LYLY LIKE as a ship, that through the ocean wide, Do wander now, in darkness and dismay, SONNET. Yet hope I well that, when this storm is past, Will shine again, and look on me at last, EDMUND SPENSER. SONNET. LIKE as the culver, on the bared bough, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And, wandering here and there all desolate, Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove: Can comfort me, but her own joyous sight; In her unspotted pleasance to delight. Dark is my day, whiles her fair light I miss, And dead my life, that wants such lively bliss. EDMUND SPENSER. |