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With more despairing sorts of madrigals,
breast. Rest, restless Love, fond baby be content; Child, hold thy darts within thy quiver close; And, if thou wilt be roving with thy bow, Aim at those hearts that may attend on love: Let country swains, and silly swads* be still; To court, young wag, and wanton there thy fill!
* An empty-headed foolish fellowfrom a peascod shell, called, in some country dialects, a swad.
Disquiet thoughts the minutes of her watch.
Wanton Adonis toying on her knee:
The boy 'gan blush, which when his lover see, She smiled, and told him love might challenge debt, And he was young, and might be wanton yet. The boy waxed bold, fired by fond desire,
That woo he could and court her with conceit: Reason spied this, and sought to quench the fire
With cold disdain; but wily Adon straight Cheered
up the flame, and said, 'Good sir, what let? I am but young, and may be wanton yet.' Reason replied, that beauty was a bane
To such as feed their fancy with fond love, That when sweet youth with lust is overta’en,
It rues in age: this could not Adon move, For Venus taught him still this rest to set, That he was young, and might be wanton yet.
Where Venus strikes with beauty to the quick,
It little 'vails sage Reason to reply;
But love: then, though I wanton it awry,
IN ANSWER TO THE PRECEDING.
Fair Adon, swearing whiles he was a youth
The guerdon that such lawless lust ensu'th;
He won her love; what might his fancy let
Vulcan entrapped them slily in a net,
The spring, the fairest season of the year,
That fair and gorgeous to the eyes appear; It fits that youth, the spring of man, should be Riched with such flowers as virtue yieldeth thee.
my love, for April in her face, Her lovely breasts September claims his part, And lordly July in her eyes takes place,
But cold December dwelleth in her heart: Blest be the months, that set my thoughts on fire, Accurst that month that hindereth my
Like Phæbus' fire, so sparkle both her eyes ;
As air perfumed with amber is her breath;
As earth her heart, cold, dateth me to death :
sits mercy seated in her face; Love 'twixt her breasts his trophies doth imprint Her eyes shine favour, courtesy, and grace;
But touch her heart, ah, that is framed of flint ! Therefore
harvest in the grass bears grain; The rock will wear, washed with a winter's rain.
And Coridon did feed his flocks hard by:
That traced the downs of fruitful Thessaly,
Was lovely Phillis, Coridon swore so;
He left his lambs, and he began to woo;
Shepherds can fancy, but they cannot say:
What uncouth grief poor Coridon did pay; She asked him how his flocks or he did fare, Yet pensive thus his sighs did tell his care. The shepherd blushed when Phillis questioned so,
And swore by Pan it was not for his flocks; s 'Tis love, fair Phillis, breedeth all this woe,
My thoughts are trapped within thy lovely locks,
Thine eye hath pierced, thy face hath set on fire;
Such saints as Phillis,’ Coridon replied;
Said Phillis; this not Coridon denied, That lust had lies, but love,' quoth he,' says truth; Thy shepherd loves,—then, Phillis, what ensu'th ?' Phillis was won, she blushed and hung the head;
The swain stepped to, and cheered her with a kiss; With faith, with troth, they struck the matter dead;
So usèd they when men thought not amiss :
THE PRAISE OF FAWNIA.
AH, were she pitiful as she is fair,
Or but as mild as she is seeming so,
Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.
That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land,
Under wide heavens, but yet [I know] not such.
* Pandosto. The Triumph of Time. Wherein is discovered by a pleasant history, that although by the means of sinister fortune truth may be concealed, yet by time, in spite of fortune, it is most manifestly revealed. Pleasant for age to avoid drowsy thoughts, profitable for youth to eschew other wanton pastimes, and bringing to both a desired content. Temporis filia veritas. By Robert Greene, Master of Arts in Cambridge. Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci. 1588.