Whenas my nymph, impatient of the night, Not Jove or Nature, should they both agree MELICERTUS' MADRIGAL. WHAT are my sheep without their wonted food? No turtle without fere.+ The day without the sun doth lour for woe, Than to embrace his dear. The stars from earthly humours gain their light, It feeds, it fails, it ends. Kind looks, clear to your joy behold her eyes, MENAPHON'S SONG IN HIS BED. You restless cares, companions of the night, That wrap my joys in folds of endless woes, Tire on my heart, and wound it with your spite, Since love and fortune prove my equal foes: Astraus] The father of the primeval stars: vide Aratus, AIN. 98; and compare Marlowe's Dido, Works, p. 252, ed. Dyce, 1858. ↑ A sky-born form, &c.] The Rev. J. Mitford (Gent. Mag. for March 1833, p. 218) remarks that this passage is borrowed, with some alterations, by the author of The Thracian Wonder, a play falsely ascribed to Webster (sec Webster's Works, iv. 211, ed. Dyce, 1830); and that Collins (Ode to Mercy) has adopted from our text the expression "Gentlest of sky-born forms," &c. fereji. e. mate. § Infuse] The 4to, of 1589 "Insues"; that of 1616 "Infudes." Tire] i. e. prey. Farewell my hopes, farewell my happy days; Mourn heavens, mourn earth; your shepherd is Farewell my hopes, farewell my happy days; Was I not free? was I not fancy's aim? Yet drooping, and yet living to this death, Fade they, die I: long may she live to bliss, "Farewell my hopes, farewell my happy days; Welcome sweet grief, the subject of my lays." SONG. FAIR fields, proud Flora's vaunt, why is't you Whenas I languish? [smile You golden meads, why strive you to beguile My weeping anguish ? I live to sorrow, you to pleasure spring: To turn my blissful sweets to baleful sour, *That feeds, &c.] See note t, p. 285, first col. t wail] The 4to. of 1589 "waite.' bemoanings] Qy. "moanings "? Her eyes, fair eyes, like to the purest lights Her cheeks like ripen'd lilies steep'd in wine, take] The 4to. of 1589 "talke." ↑ Her locks are plighted like the fleece of wool That Jason with his Grecian mates achiev'd]—plighted, i. e. plaited, braided.-It is possible that Shakespeare Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; The Merchant of Venice, act i. sc. 1. Her lips are roses over-wash'd with dew, But by her breath her beauties do renew. Her crystal chin like to the purest mould Enchas'd with dainty daisies soft and white, Where Fancy's fair pavilion once is pight,+ Whereas embrac'd his beauties he doth hold. Her neck like to an ivory shining tower, Wherethrough with azure veins sweet nectar runs, Or like the down of swans where Senesse wons,+ Or like delight that doth itself devour. Her paps are like fair apples in the prime, But from their sweets Love sucks || his summertime. Her body Beauty's best-esteemèd bower, Whose fair all fair and beauties doth devour. Her maiden mount, the dwelling-house of Plea sure; Not like, for why no like surpasseth wonder: Devour'd in thought, how wanders my device! All you that hear, let not my silly style Condemn my zeal; for what my tongue should say Serves to enforce my thoughts to seek the way Whereby my woes and cares I do beguile. fair] i. e. beauty. t pight] i. e. pitched. wons] i. e. dwells. § vail] i. e. lower, let fall,-diminish. || sucks) Both 4tos. "suck'd." for why] i. e. because. U Seld speaketh Love, but sighs his * secret pains; Tears are his truchmen,t words do make him tremble: How sweet is Love to them that can dissemble In thoughts and looks till they have reap'd the gains! All lonely I complain, and what I say I think, yet what I think tongue cannot tell: MELICERTUS' ECLOGUE. WHAT need compare where sweet exceeds compare? Who draws his thoughts of Love from senseless things, Their pomp and greatest glories doth impair, And mounts Love's heaven with over-laden wings. Stones, herbs, and flowers, the foolish spoils of earth, Floods, metals, colours, dalliance of the eye; These show conceit is stain'd with too much dearth, Such abstract fond compares make cunning die. But he that hath the feeling taste of Love Apollo, when my mistress first was born, Those eyes, fair eyes, too fair to be describ'd, *his] Both 4tos. "her." ↑ truchmen] i. e. interpreters. complain] Both 4tos. "am plaine." § taint] Equivalent to "tint:' sce note, p. 154, first col. When first her fair delicious cheeks were wrought, Aurora brought her blush, the moon her white; Both so combin'd as passed Nature's thought, Compil'd those pretty orbs of sweet delight. When Love and Nature once were proud with play, From both their lips her lips the coral drew; Whilom while Venus' son did seek a bower He chose her chin, and from that happy stowre * Desires and Joys, that long had served Love, Besought a hold where pretty eyes might woo them : Love made her neck, and for their best behove Hath shut them there, whence no man can undo them. Once Venus dream'd upon two pretty things, Her thoughts they weret affection's chiefest nests; She suck'd, and sigh'd, and bath'd her in the springs, And when she wak'd, they were my mistress' breasts. Once Cupid sought a hold to couch his kisses, And found the body of my best-belov'd, Wherein he clos'd the beauty of his blisses, And from that bower can never be remov'd. The Graces erst, when Acidalian springs No more, fond man: things infinite, I see, Brook no dimension; hell a foolish speech; For endless things may never talkèd be; Then let me live to honour and beseech. * stowre] In old poetry frequently signifies tumult, disorder, battle, &c.: but here it means-time, moment; an interpretation of the word which is not given in any dictionary or glossary I have ever met with. Compare Lodge; "Whose dire disdaine (the god that kindles loue, Forbonius and Prisceria, 1584, Sig. I 2. ↑ Her thoughts they were, &c.] Walker (Shakespeare's Versification, &c., p. 285), after quoting examples of methought" and " methoughts" from our early poets, bids us "so understand Greene" in the present line. Love is a discord, and a strange divorce It is a will that brooketh no consent; thoughts Of days ill-spent, for that which profits It's now a peace, and then a sudden war; FROM PERIMEDES, THE BLACKSMITH. (1588.) MADRIGAL. THE swans, whose pens as white as ivory, *core] The 4to. "court." DITTY. OBSCURE and dark is all the gloomy air, For showers of gold,-there Discontent in black SONNET. IN Cyprus sat fair Venus by a fount, Wanton Adonis toying on her knee : She kiss'd the wag, her darling of account; The boy gan blush; which when his lover see, She smil'd, and told him love might challenge debt, And he was young, and might be wanton yet. The boy wax'd bold, firèd by fond desire, That woo he could and court her with con ceit: Reason spied this, and sought to quench the fire With cold disdain; but wily Adon straight Cheer'd up the flame, and said," Good sir, what let? I am but young, and may be wanton yet." Reason replied, that beauty was a bane To such as feed their fancy with fond love, That when sweet youth with lust is overta'en, It rues in age: this could not Adon move, *lours] The 4to. "lower." |