Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. CXLIV. Robert Herrick. LOVE'S PROTESTATION. LOVE UNCHANGING. I CANNOT change, as others do, Since the poor swain that sighs for you, No, Phillis, no; your heart to move A surer way I'll try. And to revenge my slighted love, Will still live on, will still love on, and die. When killed with grief Amyntas lies, And you to mind shall call The sighs that now unpitied rise, The tears that warmly fall; That welcome hour that ends his smart Will then begin your pain; For such a faithful, tender heart, Can never break, can never break in vain. John, Earl of Rochester. CXLV. LOVE'S PROTESTATION. SALLY. Of all the girls that are so smart, Her father he makes cabbage-nets And through the streets does cry 'em; Her mother she sells laces long To such as please to buy 'em : When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day- For then I'm drest all in my best My master carries me to church, Because I leave him in the lurch When Christmas comes about again O then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbours all But when my seven long years are out O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, Henry Carey. CXLVI. LOVE'S PROTESTATION. A RED, RED ROSE. O MY Luve's like a red, red rose That's sweetly played in tune. And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. Robert Burns. CXLVII. LOVE'S PROTESTATION. HIGHLAND MARY. YE banks and braes and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last farewell How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, We tore oursels asunder; But, O! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary! O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kissed sae fondly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance And mouldering now in silent dust Robert Burns. CXLVIII. LOVE'S PROTESTATION. JEAN. OF a' the airts the wind can blaw For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, But day and night my fancy's flight I see her in the dewy flowers, I hear her in the tunefu' birds, O blaw ye westlin winds, blaw saft Wi' balmy gale, frae hill and dale That's aye sae neat and clean; What sighs and vows amang the knowes How fond to meet, how wae to part That night she gaed awa! The Powers aboon can only ken To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean! Robert Burns. |