It is a face of death that smiles,
Pleasing, though it kills the whiles:
Where Death and Love in pretty wiles
Each other mutually beguiles.

It is fair Beauty's freshest youth,

It is the feign'd Elizium's truth:

The spring that winter'd hearts renew'th;
And this is that my soul pursu'th.

UPON HER PALENESS.

By the same.

BLAME not my cheeks, though pale with love they be;

The kindly heat into my heart is flown:
To cherish it that is dismay'd by thee,

Who art so cruel and unstedfast grown.

For Nature call'd for by distressed hearts,

Neglects, and quite forsakes the outward parts.

But they whose cheeks with careless blood are stain’d,
Nurse not one spark of Love within their hearts,
And when they woo, they speak with passion feign'd;
For their fat love lies in their outward parts.

But in their breasts, where Love his court should hold,
Poor Cupid sits, and blows his nails for cold.

OF CORINNA'S SINGING.

By the same.

WHEN to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear,
As any challeng'd Echo clear.

But when she doth of mourning speak,
Ev'n with her sighs the strings do break.

And as her lute doth live or die,

Led by her passions, so must I:
For when of pleasure she doth sing,

My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring.
But if she do of sorrow speak,

Ev'n from my heart the strings do break.

ANACREON'S THIRD ODE.

From Robert Greene's "Orpharion."

CUPID abroad, was lated in the night;
His wings were wet, with ranging in the rain:
Harbour he sought; to me he took his flight;
To dry his plumes, I heard the Boy complain.
I op'd the door, and granted his desire;
I rose myself, and made the Wag a fire.

Prying more narrow by the fire's flame,
I spy'd his quiver hanging at his back:
Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame,
I would have gone for fear of further wrack.
But what I fear'd did me poor wretch betide,
For forth he drew an arrow from his side.

He pierc'd the quick, and I began to start;
A pleasing wound, but that it was too high:
His shaft procur'd a sharp, yet sug'red smart;
Away he flew, for now his wings were dry.
But left the arrow sticking in my breast,
That sore I grieve, I welcom'd such a guest.

MADRIGAL.

IN PRAISE OF TWO.YY

FAUSTINA hath the fairest face,

And Phillida the better grace,

Both have mine eye enriched:
This sings full sweetly with her voice,
Her fingers make so sweet a noise,

Both have mine ear bewitched.
Ah me! sith Fates have so provided,
My heart, alas! must be divided.

yy Fourth Edition.

TO HIS LADY'S GARDEN,

BEING ABSENT FAR FROM HER.

GARD

ARDEN more than Eden blessed, Art thou thus to have thy bowers, Free'd from winter and still dressed, With her face's heav'n-set flowers?

Happy too are those thy alleys, Where her fair feet deign to tread; Which departing Earth's low vallies, Shall the milky way be led.

Thy trees whose arms her embraced,
And whose fruit her lips do kiss,
In whose virtuous mind well placed
The rare Tree of Knowledge is.

Happy are, so thy birds be,

Whom she taught to sing by Art,

Who in heavenly harmony

With the angels bears a part.

Happy, blest, and fortunate,
Bowers, alleys, trees, and birds;
But my most unhappy state
Far surmounts all reach of words.

zz To, 3d and 4th.

MADRIGAL.

My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,

It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.

No beauty she doth miss,

When all her robes are on:

But Beauty's self she is,

When all her robes are gone.

ODE.

That Time and Absence proves,

Rather helps than hurts to loves."

ABSENCE, hear thou my protestation;

Against thy strength,

Distance, and length,

Do what you can for alteration;

For hearts of truest mettle

Absence doth join, and Time doth settle.

Who loves a mistress of such quality,

He soon hath found

Affection's ground

Beyond time, place, and all mortality.

a Third and fourth.

b Affection, 3d.