August 31, 2006

Faction that ever dwells In court, where wit excels. Hath set defiance: Fortune and Love have sworn, That they were never born Of one alliance.

Come hither, shepherd swain! Sir, what do you require? I pray thee show to me thy name; My name is Fond Desire. When wert thou

What is Desire, which doth approve, To set on fire each gentle heart ? A fancy strange, or God of Love, Whose pining sweet delight

The lively lark stretched forth her wing The messenger of Morning bright; And with her cheerful voice did sing The Day’s approach, discharging Night; When

What cunning can express The favour of her face ? To whom in this distress, I do appeal for grace. A thousand Cupids fly About

Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart ? Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint ? Who filled your eyes with

Sitting alone upon my thought in melancholy mood, In sight of sea, and at my back an ancient hoary wood, I saw a fair young