She said, never man was true; She said, Maids must kiss no men, When they will not Love abuse, From A Posie of Gilloflowers, 1580 For Soldiers NICHOLAS BRETON Ye buds of Brutus' land, courageous youths, now play your parts, Unto your tackle stand; abide the brunt with valiant hearts; For news is carried to and fro, that we must forth to warfare go; Men muster now in every place, and soldiers are pressed forth apace. Faint not, spend blood to do your Queen and country good, Fair words, good pay, will make men cast all care away. The time of war is come; prepare your corslet, spear, and shield. Methinks I hear the drum strike doleful marches to the field. Tantara! Tantara! the trumpets sound, which makes our hearts with joy abound; The roaring guns are heard afar and everything denounceth war. Serve God; stand stout; bold courage brings this gear about; Fear not, forth run; faint heart fair Lady never won. Ye curious Carpet knights, that spend the time in sport and play, Abroad, and see new sights. Your country's cause calls you away; Do not, to make your Ladies game, bring blemish to your worthy name; Away to field, and win renown; with courage beat your enemies down; Stout hearts gain praise, when dastards sail in slander's seas. Hap what hap shall, we sure shall die but once for all. Alarm! methinks they cry. Be packing, mates. with speed. Be gone Our foes are very nigh; shame have that man that shrinks at need. Unto it boldly let us stand; God will give right the upper hand; Our cause is good, we need not doubt; in sign of courage give a shout. March forth, be strong; good hap will come ere it be long; Shrink not, fight well; for lusty lads must bear the bell. All you that will shun evil, must dwell in warfare every day. The world, the flesh, and Devil always do seek our soul's decay; Strive with these foes with all your might; so shall you fight a worthy fight. That conquest doth deserve most praise, where vice does yield to virtue's ways. Beat down foul sin; a worthy crown then shall ye win; From Rawlinson MS Fond Desire Come hither, Shepherd swain. I pray thee, shew to me thy name. When wert thou born, DESIRE ? By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begot? Tell me, who was thy Nurse? Fresh Youth, in sugared joy. What hadst thou then to drink? What cradle wert thou rocked in? What lulled thee then asleep? Sweet speech, which likes me best. What things doth please thee most? Doth company displease? Yes surely, many one. Where doth DESIRE delight to live? He loves to live alone. Doth either time or age Bring him unto decay? No! No! DESIRE both lives and dies Then fond DESIRE farewell. I should be loth methinks to dwell With such a one as thee! EDWARD DE VERE EARL OF OXFORD From Byrd's Psalms, Sonnets and Songs, 1588 If women could be fair, and never fond, But when I see how frail these creatures are, To mark what choice they make, and how they change, Who would not shake such buzzards from the fist, Yet for our sport, we fawn and flatter both, And then we say when we their follies try, EDWARD DE VERE EARL OF OXFORD From England's Helicon, 1600 Ralegh's Reply to Marlowe's Passionate Shepherd If all the world and love were young, Time drives the flocks from field to fold, The flowers do fade, and wanton fields Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, ; But could youth last, and love still breed, From England's Helicon, 1600 SIR W. RALEGH The Shepherd's praise of his sacred Diana Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light, Praised be the dews wherewith she moists the ground, Praised be her beams, the glory of the night, Praised be her power, by which all powers abound. In heaven queen she is among the spheres, She beauty is, by her the fair endure. Time wears her not, she doth his chariot guide; By her the virtue of the stars down slide, In her is virtue's perfect image cast. A knowledge pure it is, her worth to know; SIR W. RALEGH |