Holds a watch with sweet love, All you that will hold watch with love, Will make you fairer than Dione's dove; And the clear damask hue, Shall on your cheeks alight: All you that love or loved before, Bids you increase that loving humour more: They that have not fed On delight amorous, She vows that they shall lead When Thou must Home to Shades of Underground When thou must home to shades of under ground, And there arrived, a new admired guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the stories of thy finished love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move; Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all those triumphs for thy beauty's sake: When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. do Laugh or Weep Whether men do laugh or weep, All our pride is but a jest: None are worst, and none are best; Powers above in clouds do sit, Where are all Thy Beauties now? Where are all thy beauties now, all hearts enchaining? Whither are thy flatterers gone with all their feigning? All fled! and thou alone still here remaining! Thy rich state of twisted gold to bays is turned! Cold, as thou art, are thy loves, that so much burned! Who die in flatterers' arms are seldom mourned. Yet, in spite of envy, this be still proclaimed, That none worthier than thyself thy worth hath blamed; When their poor names are lost, thou shalt live famed. |