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ULYSSES.

But natures of the noblest frame

These toils and dangers please, And they take comfort in the same

As much as you in ease ; And with the thought of actions past

Are recreated still : When pleasure leaves a touch at last

To show that it was ill.

SIREN.
That doth opinion only cause,

That's out of custom bred,
Which makes us many other laws

Than ever nature did.
No widows wail for our delights,

Our sports are without blood,
The world we see by warlike wights

Receives more hurt than good.

ULYSSES.
But yet the state of things require

These motions of unrest :
And these great spirits of high desire

Seem born to turn them best. To purge the mischiefs that increase,

And all good order mar,

For oft we see a wicked peace

To be well changed for war.

SIREN.

Well, well, Ulysses, then I see,

I shall not have thee here :
And therefore I will come to thee,

And take my fortune there.
I must be won that cannot win,

Yet lost were I not won,
For beauty hath created been

To undo, or be undone.

E

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE,

1564–1593

XXVIII.

SONG.

COME

"OME live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,
That grove or valley, hill or field,
Or wood and steepy mountain yield.

Where we will sit on rising rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Pleased will I make thee beds of roses,
And twine a thousand fragrant posies ;
A cap of flowers, and rural kirtle,
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

A jaunty gown of finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
And shoes lined choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw, and ivy buds,
With coral clasps, and amber studs ;
If these, these pleasures can thee move,
To live with me, and be my love.

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XXIX.

ANON.

THE SHEPHERD'S SONG.

WHILE

HILE that the sun with his beams hot

Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain, Philon the shepherd, late forgot, Sitting beside a crystal fountain,

In shadow of a green oak tree

Upon his pipe this song played he: Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed Burning in flames beyond all measure :

Three days endured your love to me,

And it was lost in other three !
Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love ;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Another shepherd you did see

To whom your heart was soon enchained ;

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