FRANCKE. TELL me, dearest! What is Love? CLORA, BOTH. CLORA. 'Tis a lightning from above! 'Tis a grave Those poor fools, that long to prove! FRANCKE. Tell me more! Are women true? Yes, some are! and some as you! Some are willing! some are strange, Since you men first taught to change! And till troth BOTH. Be in both; All shall love, to love anew! FRANCKE. Tell me more yet! Can they grieve? CLORA. Вотн. Yes, and sicken sore; but live! And be wise, and delay; When you men are as wise as they! Then I see, Faith will be Never till they both believe! COME, Shepherds! come! Come away, without delay, Whilst the gentle time doth stay! Green woods are dumb: And will never tell to any Those dear kisses; and those many Now or never, Come and have it! Think not I AWAY, delights! Go, seek some other dwelling! For I must die! Farewell, false LOVE! Thy tongue is ever telling For ever let me rest now from thy smarts! And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so! Never again deluding Love shall know me! And all those griefs, that think to overgrow me, For ever will I sleep! while poor Maids cry, 'Alas, for pity, stay! And let us die With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay!' ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Maiden Pinks, of odour faint! Primrose, firstborn child of VER, Oxlips, in their cradles growing! All dear Nature's children sweet- [Strew flowers!] Ly [strew] 'fore Bride and Bridegroom's feet; Blessing their sense. Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious, or bird fair, The Crow, the sland'rous Cuckoo, nor May on our Bride-House perch, or sing! But from it fly! |