第8章 FIRST BOOK(5)

34◆THE NIGHTINGALE

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May，

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made，

Beasts did leap and birds did sing，

Trees did grow and plants did spring，

Every thing did banish moan

Save the Nightingale alone.

She， poor bird， as all forlorn，

Lean'd her breast against a thorn，

And there sung the dolefull'st ditty，

That to hear it was great pity.

Fie， fe， fe， now would she cry；

Tereu， tereu， by and by：

That to hear her so complain

Scarce I could from tears refrain；

For her griefs so lively shown

Made me think upon mine own.

—Ah！ thought I， thou mourn'st in vain，

None takes pity on thy pain：

Senseless trees， they cannot hear thee，

Ruthless beasts， they will not cheer thee；

King Pandion， he is dead，

All thy friends are lapp'd in lead：

All thy fellow birds do sing

Careless of thy sorrowing：

Even so， poor bird， like thee，

None alive will pity me.

R. BARNFIELD

35◆CARE-CHARMER SLEEP

Care-charmer Sleep， son of the sable Night，

Brother to Death， in silent darkness born，

Relieve my anguish， and restore the light；

With dark forgetting of my care return.

And let the day be time enough to mourn

The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth：

Let waking eyes sufce to wail their scorn，

Without the torment of the night's untruth.

Cease， dreams， the images of day-desires，

To model forth the passions of the morrow；

Never let rising Sun approve you liars

To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow：

Still let me sleep， embracing clouds in vain，

And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

S. DANIEL

36◆MADRIGAL

Take， O take those lips away

That so sweetly were forsworn，

And those eyes， the break of day，

Lights that do mislead the morn：

But my kisses bring again，

Bring again—

Seals of love， but seal'd in vain.

Seal'd in vain！

W. SHAKESPEARE

37◆LOVE'S FAREWELL

Since there's no help， come let us kiss and part， —

Nay， I have done， you get no more of me；

And I am glad， yea glad with all my heart，

That thus so cleanly I myself can free；

Shake hands for ever， cancel all our vows，

And when we meet at any time again，

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain.

Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath，

When， his pulse failing， passion speechless lies，

When faith is kneeling， by his bed of death，

And innocence is closing up his eyes，

—Now if thou would'st， when all have given him over，

From death to life thou might'st him yet recover！

M. DRAYTON

38◆TO HIS LUTE

My lute， be as thou wert when thou did'st grow

With thy green mother in some shady grove，

When immelodious winds but made thee move，

And birds their ramage did on thee bestow.

Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve，

Which wont in such harmonious strains to fow，

Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above，

What art thou but a harbinger of woe？

Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more，

But orphans'wailings to the fainting ear；

Each stroke a sigh， each sound draws forth a tear；

For which be silent as in woods before：

Or if that any hand to touch thee deign，

Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain.

W. DRUMMOND

39◆BLIND LOVE

O me！ what eyes hath love put in my head

Which have no correspondence with true sight：

Or if they have， where is my judgment fed

That censures falsely what they see aright？

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote，

What means the world to say it is not so？

If it be not， then love doth well denote，

Love's eye is not so true as all men's： No，

How can it？O how can love's eye be true，

That is so vex'd with watching and with tears？

No marvel then though I mistake my view：

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

O cunning Love！ with tears thou keep'st me blind，

Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find！

W. SHAKESPEARE

40◆THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS

While that the sun with his beams hot

Scorchéd the fruits in vale and mountain，

Philon the shepherd， late forgot，

Sitting beside a crystal fountain，

In shadow of a green oak tree

Upon his pipe this song play'd he：

Adieu Love， adieu Love， untrue Love，

Untrue Love， untrue Love， adieu Love；

Your mind is light， soon lost for new love.

So long as I was in your sight

I was your heart， your soul， and treasure；

And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd

Burning in fames beyond all measure：

—Three days endured your love to me，

And it was lost in other three！

Adieu Love， adieu Love， untrue Love，

Untrue Love， untrue Love， adieu Love；

Your mind is light， soon lost for new love.

Another Shepherd you did see

To whom your heart was soon enchainéd；

Full soon your love was leapt from me，

Full soon my place he had obtainéd.

Soon came a third， your love to win，

And we were out and he was in.

Adieu Love， adieu Love， untrue Love，

Untrue Love， untrue Love， adieu Love；

Your mind is light， soon lost for new love.

Sure you have made me passing glad

That you your mind so soon removéd，

Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best belovéd：

For all your love was past and done

Two days before it was begun： —

Adieu Love， adieu Love， untrue Love，

Untrue Love， untrue Love， adieu Love；

Your mind is light， soon lost for new love.

ANON.

41◆A RENUNCIATION

If women could be fair， and yet not fond，

Or that their love were frm， not fckle still，

I would not marvel that they make men bond

By service long to purchase their good will；

But when I see how frail those creatures are，

I muse that men forget themselves so far.

To mark the choice they make， and how they change，

How oft from Phoebus they do fee to Pan；

Unsettled still， like haggards wild they range，

These gentle birds that fy from man to man；

Who would not scorn and shake them from the fst，

And let them fy， fair fools， which way they list？

Yet for disport we fawn and fatter both，

To pass the time when nothing else can please，

And train them to our lure with subtle oath，

Till， weary of their wiles， ourselves we ease；

And then we say when we their fancy try，

To play with fools， O what a fool was I！

E. VERE， EARL OF OXFORD

42◆BLOW， BLOW， THOU WINTER WIND

Blow， blow， thou winter wind，

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude；

Thy tooth is not so keen，

Because thou art not seen，

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho！ sing heigh ho！ unto the green holly：