But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and all its smart,
Then die, dear, die;
'Tis deeper, sweeter,
Than on a rose-bank to lie dreaming With folded eye;
And there alone, amid the beaming
Of love's stars, thou'lt meet her
CUPID AND MY CAMPASPE
CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses, Cupid paid;
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then, down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes; She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall (alas !) become of me?
Аn! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,
Then were my hopes greater than my despair; Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah! were her heart relenting as her hand,
That seems to melt e'en with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land
Under the wide heavens, but yet not such : Just as she shows, so 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, 15 For none must be compared to her note; Ne'er breathed such glee from Philomela's bill; Nor from the Morning-Singer's swelling throat. Ah! when she riseth from her blissful bed,
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!
LIKE to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, goes fair Samela.
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, When washed by Arethusa's Fount they lie, is fair Samela.
As fair Aurora in her morning grey, Decked with the ruddy glister of her love, is fair Samela.
Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day,
When as her brightness Neptune's fancy 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:
Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty,
Pallas, in wit-all three, if you well view, For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burned the topless towers of Ilium ?- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss !— Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies !- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sacked, And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumèd crest Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appeared to hapless Semele ; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azured arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour !
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect : The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? C. MARLOWE.
SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed, But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest; So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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