Sylvia, for all the pangs you see WILLIAM WALSH. THE MAIDEN'S CHOICE. GENTEEL in personage, This must he be. Honor maintaining, Engaging and new; Neat, but not finical; Sage, but not cynical; Never tyrannical, But ever true. HENRY FIELDING. THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE. Ir is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair : Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed, A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers; These are but gauds: nay, what are lips? Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose brink wher. your adventurer slips Full oft he perisheth on them. And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good? ヨ Nature did her so much right As she scorns the help of art. In as many virtues dight As e'er yet embraced a heart. So much good so truly tried, Some for less were deified Wit she hath, without desier To make known how much she hath; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath. Reason masters every sense, And her virtues grace her birth; Lovely as all excellence, Modest in her most of mirth. Such she is; and if you know WILLIAM BROWNE. LOVE NOT ME FOR COMELY GRACE. Love not me for comely grace, No, nor for my constant heart; For those may fail or turn to ill, Keep therefore a true woman's eye, ANONYMOUS. HE THAT LOVES A ROSY CHEEK. HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; But a smooth and steadfast mind Kindle never-dying fires : — Where these are not, I despise T. CAREW. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN 1569. LOVE me little, love me long! Still I would not have thee cold, If thou lovest me too much, 'T will not prove as true a touch; Love me little more than such, For I fear the end. I'm with little well content, Say thou lovest me, while thou live While that life endures; Nay, and after death, in sooth, Constant love is moderate ever, A suit of durance let it be, For the land or for the sea: Winter's cold or summer's heat, Never can rebel: Shall I love you like the fire, love, With furious heat and noise, Whate'er it finds, destroys. I will love you like the stars, love, They love the ages through! And when this life is o'er, love, With all its joys and jars, We'll leave behind the wind and fire To wage their boisterous wars, Then we shall only be, love, The nearer to the stars! R. W. RAYMOND. A "MERCENARY" MARRIAGE. SHE moves as light across the grass As moves my shadow large and tall; And like my shadow, close yet free, The thought of her aye follows me, My little maid of Moreton Hall. No matter how or where we loved, Or when we 'll wed, or what befall; Her pedigree-good sooth, 't is long! As meek she glides through Moreton Hall. Whilst I have-nothing; save, perhaps, I laugh; she laughs; the hills and vales We let the neighbors talk their fill, For life is sweet, and love is strong, And two, close knit in marriage ties, The whole world's shams may well despise, Its folly, madness, shame, and wrong. That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole, Is there within thy heart a need On all things new and strange? But shield my heart against thine own. Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day And answer to my claim, That fate, and that to-day's mistake, Not thou, had been to blame? Some soothe their conscience thus; but tho Wilt surely warn and save me now. Nay, answer not, I dare not hear, The words would come too late ; Yet I would spare thee all remorse, So comfort thee, my fate : Whatever on my heart may fall, Remember, I would risk it all! ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. A WOMAN'S QUESTION. Before I peril all for thee, I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret : Is there one link within the past Or is thy faith as clear and free Does there within thy dimmest dreams Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, If so, at any pain or cost, O, tell me before all is lost! Look deeper still: if thou canst feel, THE LADY'S "YES." "YES," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, sir, I say. Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. When the viols played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below, Love me sounded like a jest, Fit for yes or fit for no. Call me false or call me free, Vow, whatever light may shine, No man on your face shall see Any grief for change on mine. Yet the sin is on us both; Time to dance is not to woo ; Wooing light makes fickle troth Scorn of me recoils on you. Learn to win a lady's faith Nobly, as the thing is high, Bravely, as for life and death. With a loyal gravity. GIVE ME MORE LOVE OR MORE GIVE me more love or more disdain ; The temperate affords me none; Give me a storm; if it be love, Disdain, that torrent will devour In parcels, as I did, would have gone near I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him: For what had he to do to chide at me? He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black; SHAKESPEARE. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? |