38. To His Lute Y lute, awake! perform the last MY Labour that thou and I shall waste, As to be heard where ear is none, My song may pierce her heart as soon: The rocks do not so cruelly As she my suit and affection; Whereby my lute and I have done. Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain, May chance thee lie wither'd and old Care then who list! for I have done. And then may chance thee to repent To cause thy lover's sigh and swoon: And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute! this is the last 39. HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY Description of Spring Wherein each thing renews, save only the Lover THE 1516-47 HE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repairèd scale. 39. make] mate. The adder all her slough away she slings; And thus I see among these pleasant things 40. Complaint of the Absence of Her Lover being upon the Sea O HAPPY dames! that may embrace Help to bewail the woful case And eke the heavy plight The fortune of my pleasant choice: Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice. In ship, freight with rememberance Alas! how oft in dreams I see Those eyes that were my food; 39. mings] mingles, mixes. 41. Wherewith I wake with his return Whose absent flame did make me burn: But when I find the lack, Lord! how I mourn! When other lovers in arms across Rejoice their chief delight, I stand the bitter night In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee: And in green waves when the salt flood A thousand fancies in that mood Alas! now drencheth my sweet foe, And when the seas wax calm again My doubtful hope doth cause me plain; Thus is my wealth mingled with woe And of each thought a doubt doth grow; -Now he comes! Will he come? Alas! no, no. The Means to attain Happy Life The happy life be these, I find: The richesse left, not got with pain; 40. drencheth] i.e. is drenched or drowned. The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; The mean diet, no delicate fare; The faithful wife, without debate ; What dear delight the blooms to bees, my true love is to me! As fresh and lusty Ver foul Winter doth exceed— As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening's weed— As mellow pears above the crabs esteemed be― So doth my love surmount them all, whom yet I hap to see! The oak shall olives bear, the lamb the lion fray, The owl shall match the nightingale in tuning of her lay, 42. fray] affright. |