th gleams,
Her brows, bright arches fram'd of ebony;
Thus fair Samela
Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue,
And Juno in the show of majesty,
(For she's Samela!)
Pallas in wit,--all three, if you well view,
For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity
Yield to Samela.
Robert Greene.
KINDS OF LOVE.
Foolish love is only folly;
Wanton love is too unholy;
Greedy love is covetous;
Idle love is frivolous;
But the gracious love is it
That doth prove the work of wit.
Beauty but deceives the eye;
Flattery leads the ear awry;
Wealth doth but enchant the wit;
Want, the overthrow of it;
While in Wisdom's worthy grace,
Virtue sees the sweetest face.
There hath Love found out his life,
Peace without all thought of strife;
Kindness in Discretion's care;
Truth, that clearly doth declare
Faith doth in true fancy prove,
Lust the excrements of Love.
Then in faith may fancy see
How my love may construed be;
How it grows and what it seeks;
How it lives and what it likes;
So in highest grace regard it,
Or in lowest scorn discard it.
Robert Greene.
LOVE AND BEAUTY.
Pretty twinkling starry eyes,
How did Nature first devise
Such a sparkling in your sight
As to give Love such delight,
As to make him like a fly,
Play with looks until he die?
Sure ye were not made at first
For such mischief to be curst;
As to kill Affection's care
That doth only truth declare;
Where worth's wonders never wither,
Love and Beauty live together.
Blessed eyes, then give your blessing,
That in passion's best expressing;
Love that only lives to grace ye,
May not suffer pride deface ye;
But in gentle thought's directions
Show the power of your perfections.
Robert Greene.
LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.
Love mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little hope
Their service doth deserve.
The will she robbeth from the wit,
The sense from reason's lore;
She is delightful in the rind,
Corrupted in the core.
May never was the month of love,
For May is full of flowers;
But rather April, wet by kind;
For love is full of showers.
With soothing
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