XXI. A VIRELAY. CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains ; He brings the lamp, we lend the oil: Accurst be love, and those that trust his trains : Accurst be love, and those that trust his trains; He calls for truth, vet scorns desert. Accurst be love, and those that trust his trains. Whose heaven is hell; whose perfect joys are pains. XXII. ROBERT GREENE, 1560?-1592. DORON'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS FAIR L SHEPHERDESS SAMELA. IKE to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, 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 fancies 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, For she's Samela. Pallas in wit, all three you well may view, For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity, XXIII. SONG. Yield to Samela. A H! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land, Under wide heavens, but yet there is not such. So as she shows, she seems the budding rose, Yet sweeter far than is an earthly flower, Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows; Compassed she is with thorns and cankered bower, Yet were she willing to be plucked and worn, She would be gathered, though she grew on thorn. Ah! when she sings, all music else be still, She comforts all the world as doth the sun, And at her sight the night's foul vapour's fled; When she is set, the gladsome day is done. O glorious sun! imagine me the west, Shine in my arms, and set thou in my breast. XXIV. ROBERT SOUTHWELL, 1560-1595. A THE BURNING BABE. SI in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat, Which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye To view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright, Who scorched with excessive heat, Such floods of tears did shed, As though his floods should quench his flames, 'Alas!' quoth he, 'but newly born, Yet none approach to warm their hearts My faultless breast the furnace is, The fuel, wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, The ashes, shames and scorns; |