Robert Greene Sephestia's Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. The wanton smiled, father wept, More he crowed, more we cried, Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Samela Like to Diana in her summer weed, Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed When washed by Arethusa fount they lie, Is fair Samela. As fair Aurora in her morning gray, Decked with the ruddy glister of her love Is fair Samela. Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move, Shines fair Samela. Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Her teeth are pearl, the breasts are ivory Of fair Samela. Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams; Her brows bright arches framed of ebony: Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty: Pallas in wit, all three, if you will view, Doron and Doron. Sit down, Carmela; here are cobs for kings, Sloes black as jet or like my Christmas shoes, Sweet cider which my leathern bottle brings; Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes. Carmela. Ah Doron! ah my heart! thou art as white As is my mother's calf or brinded cow; Thine eyes are like the slowworms in the night; Thine hairs resemble thickest of the snow. The lines within thy face are deep and clear Like to the furrows of my father's wain; |