To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And baffled, get up and begin again,— So the chase takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope goes to the ground Ever Removed! Robert Browning. LI. LOVE'S PETITION. TO LOVE LITTLE, BUT LONG. LOVE me little, love me long, If thou lovest me too much, I am with little well content, Is enough, with true intent, Say thou lov'st me while thou live, While that life endures: Nay, and after death, in sooth, As now, when in my May of youth. Constant love is moderate ever, A suit of durance let it be, Winter's cold or summer's heat, Never can rebel. Such the love that I would gain, Anonymous, LII. LOVE'S PETITION. DIAPHENIA. DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly, White as the sun, fair as the lily, I do love thee as my lambs How blest were I if thou would'st prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blessèd As the birds do love the spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me! Henry Constable. LIII. LOVE'S PETITION. SAY NAY! SAY NAY! AND wilt thou leave me thus? And wilt thou leave me thus, And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Alas! thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! Sir Thomas Wyatt. LIV. LOVE'S PETITION. NOT TOO ANGRY, NOR TOO KIND. OH, do not wanton with those eyes, Nor cast them down, but let them rise, Oh, be not angry with those fires, Oh, do not steep them in thy tears, Nor spread them as distraught with fears; Mine own enough betray me. LV. Ben Jonson. LOVE'S PETITION. FORGET NOT YET! FORGET not yet the tried intent Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet! Forget not! O, forget not this, Forget not then thine own approved LVI. Sir Thomas Wyatt. LOVE'S PETITION. TRUE MAN, FAIR WOMAN. THERE is none, O, none but you, And chained ears hear with delight. Others' beauties others move: In you I all the graces find; Such are the effects of love, To make them happy that are kind. Women in frail beauty trust; Still be truly kind and just, For that can't dissembled be. Dear, afford me, then, your sight! That, surveying all your looks, Endless volumes I may write, And fill the world with envied books. Which, when after ages view, All shall wonder and despair,— Women, to find a man so true, Robert, Earl of Essex. |