THE POWER OF LOVE. "Get aff, noo, an' fash me nae mair, auld man, Get aff, noo, an' fash me nae mair; 129 There's a something in love that your gowd canna move I'll be Johnnie's although I gang bare, auld man, I'll be Johnnie's although I gang bare." PETER STILL. THE POWER OF LOVE. Hear ye, ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done; To deceive the hopes of man, Danäe in a brazen tower, Where no love was, loved a shower. Hear ye, ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do; Fear the fierceness of the boy; The chaste moon he makes to woo; Vesta, kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doting at the altar dies; Ilion in a short hour, higher He can build, and once more fire. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Then fly betimes, for only they GIVE ME MORE LOVE. Give me more love, or more disdain, The temperate affords me none; Give me a storm; if it be love, Disdain, that torrent will devour TO ANTHEA. Bid me to live, and I will live Thy protestant to be; TO ANTHEA. Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honor thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep, Bid me despair, and I'll despair Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. ROBERT HERRICK. 131 SONG. Love was not meant for people in their wits, And they that fondly show it Betray the straw and feathers in their brain, And shall have bedlam for their pain; If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse. JAMES SHIRLEY. CUPID'S CURSE. My love is fair, my love is gay, They that do change old love for new, My love can pipe, my love can sing, Amen to Cupid's curse! They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse! GEORGE PEELE. SONG. SONG. I prithee send me back my heart, For if from yours you will not part, Yet now I think on't, let it lie, To find it were in vain; Why should two hearts in one breast lie, But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out; For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am in most doubt. Then farewell care, and farewell woe, I will no longer pine: For I'll believe I have her heart As much as she has mine. 133 SIR JOHN SUCKLING. |