In Love's passion, then, what pleasure, Where grief, fear, and jealousy, Farewell, then, unkindly fancy, GEORGE CHAPMAN. Born 1557, died 1634. LOVE'S PANEGYRICS. 'Tis nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. And as without the Sun, the world's Great Eye, All colours, beauties, both of art and nature, Are given in vain to man; so without Love, All beauties bred in women are in vain, All virtues born in men lie buried: For love informs them as the sun doth colours, And as the Sun, reflecting his warm beams Against the earth, begets all fruit and flowers, So Love, fair shining in the inward man, Brings forth in him the honourable fruits Of valour, wit, virtue, and haughty thoughts, Brave resolution, and divine discourse. 44 GEORGE CHAPMAN. SONG OF LOVE AND BEAUTY. Bright Panthea borne to Pan, Her white hand to Eros giving As yet never grac'd the living: Both so lov'd they did contend Beauty took from Love his blindness. Virtue then commixt her fire, Innocence a crown conferring; THOMAS WATSON. Born 1560, died about 1591. LOVE UNREQUITED. When Maye is in his prime, and the youthful spring Doth cloathe the tree with leaves, the ground with flowers, And time of year reviveth ev'ry thing. And lovely Nature smiles, and nothing lowers; To whom fond Love doth worke such wrongs by day, That in the night my heart must needs repine, And storm with sighs to ease me as I may; So she for whom I waite both daye and night, THOMAS LODGE. Born about 1560, died 1623. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Within mine eyes he makes his nest, Ah! wanton, will ye! And if I sleep, then pierceth he And makes his pillow of my knee Strike I my lute, he tunes the string; He music plays if I but sing; He lends me every lovely thing; Yet, cruel he, my heart doth sting; Ah, wanton!—will ye! Else I with roses every day Will whip ye hence, And bind ye when ye long to play, For your offence. I'll shut my eyes to keep ye in; If he gainsay me? What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee, SAMUEL DANIEL. Born 1562, died 1619. AN ODE. Now each creature joys the other, In the fall of silver showers; Whilst the earth, our common mother, |