COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION. TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY. MERRY Margaret, As midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon, Or hawk of the tower; So maidenly, So womanly Her demeaning, - Or hawk of the tower; Sweet Pomander, Good Cassander; Steadfast of thought, So courteous, so kind, As merry Margaret, This midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon, Or hawk of the tower. "Twixt the souls of friend and friend: But upon the fairest boughs, Or at every sentence' end, Teaching all that read to know Sad Lucretia's modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts By heavenly synod was devised; Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, To have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, And I to live and die her slave. WHEN AS IN SILKS MY JULIA GOES. WHENAS in silks my Julia goes Next, when I cast mine eyes and see A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both, SHAKESPEARE. R. HERRICK. GIVE PLACE, YE LOVERS. GIVE place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayen, And thereto hath a troth as just As it by writing sealed were: The whole effect of Nature's plaint, When she had lost the perfect mould, The like to whom she could not paint: With wringing hands, how she did cry, And what she said, I know it aye. I know she swore with raging mind, That could have gone so near her heart; And this was chiefly all her pain; "She could not make the like again." Sith Nature thus gave her the praise, LORD SURREY. SONNET. THE forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? the purple pride YOU MEANER BEAUTIES. You meaner beauties of the night, You curious chanters of the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents,-what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise? |