Be assured 'tis she, or none, That I love, and love alone. William Browne [1591-1643?] TO DIANEME SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, When all your world of beauty's gone. Robert Herrick [1591-1674] INGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED KNOW, Celia, since thou art so proud, That killing power is none of thine; I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Tempt me with such affrights no more, Let fools thy mystic form adore, Thomas Carew [1598?-1639?] "Love Who Will, For I'll Love None" 817 DISDAIN RETURNED He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and steadfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win Some power, in my revenge, convey That love to her I cast away. Thomas Carew [1598?-1639?] "LOVE WHO WILL, FOR I'LL LOVE NONE" LOVE who will, for I'll love none, It is an easy place to find, And women sure should know it; Nor many men can show it: i It is the storehouse, where doth lie If the journey be so long, No woman will adventer; But dreading her weak vessel's wrong, The voyage will not enter: In love with all, yet loved of none. Thomas Browne [1605-1682] VALERIUS ON WOMEN SHE that denies me I would have; Temptations offered I still scorn; I'll neither glut mine appetite, Diana, double-clothed, offends; The last begets a surfeit, and That crafty girl shall please me best, And every wanton willing kiss Can season with a nay. Thomas Heywood [ ? -1650?] DISPRAISE OF LOVE, AND LOVERS' FOLLIES IF love be life, I long to die, Live they that list for me; And he that gains the most thereby, A fool at least shall be. The Constant Lover But he that feels the sorest fits, 'Scapes with no less than loss of wits. Unhappy life they gain, Which love do entertain. In day by feigned looks they live, Each frown a deadly wound doth give, If 't hap their lady pleasant seem, Disdain doth make her coy. Such is the peace that lovers find, Such is the life they lead, Blown here and there with every wind, Like flowers in the mead; Now war, now peace, now war again, Though dead in midst of life, In peace, and yet at strife. 819 Francis Davison [fl. 1602] THE CONSTANT LOVER OUT upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! Time shall moult away his wings. Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen in her place. SONG John Suckling [1609-1642] From "Aglaura" WHY SO pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! John Suckling [1609-1642] WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS WHOE'ER she be, That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me: Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps tread our earth: |