TO CUPID Yet in a fine net, That a spider set, The maidens had caught him; More good they had taught him. Coy Love A CANZONET I pray thee, leave, love me no more, That can, but will not save me: Show me no more those snowy breasts 'Tis nothing to be plagued in hell, TO HIS COY LOVE Clip me no more in those dear arms, Come, nice thing, let thy heart alone; Her loved I most, By thee that's lost, Though she were won with leisure; She was my gain, But to my pain Thou spoil'st me of my treasure. The ship full fraught With gold, far sought, Though ne'er so wisely helmed, In sailing back By tempest overwhelmed. But she, good sir, Did not prefer You, for that I was ranging; But for that she Found faith in me, And she loved to be changing. Therefore boast not Your happy lot, Be silent now you have her; TO HIS RIVAL The time I knew When I was in her favour. None stands so fast But may be cast By fortune, and disgraced: Once did I wear Her garter there Where you her glove have placed. I had the vow That thou hast now And glances to discover Her love to me, And she to thee Reads but old lessons over. She hath no smile That can beguile, But as my thought I know it; Both when and where And how she will bestow it. What now is thine Was only mine, And first to me was given; I laugh at thee, And thus we two are even. |