Part 13 (2/2)

Thou, thou art here, to human sight Clothed all with incorrupted light; --But yet how more admir'dly bright

Wilt thou appear, when thou art set In thy refulgent thronelet, That s.h.i.+n'st thus in thy counterfeit!

102. LOVE DISLIKES NOTHING

Whatsoever thing I see, Rich or poor although it be, --'Tis a mistress unto me.

Be my girl or fair or brown, Does she smile, or does she frown; Still I write a sweet-heart down.

Be she rough, or smooth of skin; When I touch, I then begin For to let affection in.

Be she bald, or does she wear Locks incurl'd of other hair; I shall find enchantment there.

Be she whole, or be she rent, So my fancy be content, She's to me most excellent.

Be she fat, or be she lean; Be she s.l.u.ttish, be she clean; I'm a man for every scene.

103. UPON LOVE

I held Love's head while it did ache; But so it chanced to be, The cruel pain did his forsake, And forthwith came to me.

Ai me! how shall my grief be still'd?

Or where else shall we find One like to me, who must be kill'd For being too-too-kind?

104. TO DIANEME

I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck'd away, And heal'd the wound in thee.

A thousand thorns, and briars, and stings I have in my poor breast; Yet ne'er can see that salve which brings My pa.s.sions any rest.

As Love shall help me, I admire How thou canst sit and smile To see me bleed, and not desire To staunch the blood the while.

If thou, composed of gentle mould, Art so unkind to me; What dismal stories will be told Of those that cruel be!

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