Volume Ii Part 78 (1/2)

TO AN INCONSTANT

I loved thee once; I'll love no more,-- Thine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same?

He that can love unloved again, Hath better store of love than brain: G.o.d send me love my debts to pay, While unthrifts fool their love away!

Nothing could have my love o'erthrown, If thou hadst still continued mine; Yea, if thou hadst remained thy own, I might perchance have yet been thine.

But thou thy freedom didst recall, That it thou might elsewhere enthrall: And then how could I but disdain A captive's captive to remain?

When new desires had conquered thee, And changed the object of thy will, It had been lethargy in me, Not constancy, to love thee still.

Yea, it had been a sin to go And prost.i.tute affection so, Since we are taught no prayers to say To such as must to others pray.

Yet do thou glory in thy choice,-- Thy choice of his good fortune boast; I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice, To see him gain what I have lost: The height of my disdain shall be, To laugh at him, to blush for thee; To love thee still, but go no more A-begging at a beggar's door.

Robert Ayton [1570-1638]

ADVICE TO A GIRL

Never love unless you can Bear with all the faults of man!

Men sometimes will jealous be, Though but little cause they see, And hang the head, as discontent, And speak what straight they will repent.

Men, that but one Saint adore, Make a show of love to more; Beauty must be scorned in none, Though but truly served in one: For what is courts.h.i.+p but disguise?

True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

Men, when their affairs require, Must awhile themselves retire; Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk, And not ever sit and talk:-- If these and such-like you can bear, Then like, and love, and never fear!

Thomas Campion [?--1619]

SONG That Women Are But Men's Shadows From ”The Forest”

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you.

Say, are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men?

At morn and even, shades are longest; At noon they are or short or none: So men at weakest, they are strongest, But grant us perfect, they're not known.

Say, are not women truly then, Styled but the shadows of us men?

Ben Johnson [1573?-1637]

TRUE BEAUTY

May I find a woman fair And her mind as clear as air!

If her beauty go alone, 'Tis to me as if 'twere none.

May I find a woman rich, And not of too high a pitch!

If that pride should cause disdain, Tell me, Lover, where's thy gain?