Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly; Sonnet. S. DANIEL. To be in love where scorn is bought with groans, moment's mirth, But, as a brother to his sister, showed Much Ado about Nothing, Activ. Sc, 1. ARTS OF LOVE. SHAKESPEARE Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Knight of Malta, Acti. Se 1. BEAUMONT and FICHPR. Vows with so much passion, swears with so much So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love; To love you was pleasant enough, To N. LEE. Richard III. (Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1. COLI EY CIBBER. With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath But neither breath of morn when she ascends charms; With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY cheeks JEANIE. THOU hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, By that pretty white hand o' thine, And by a' the lowing stars in heaven, That thou wad aye be mine! And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie, And by that kind heart o' thine, By a' the stars sown thick owre heaven, That thou shalt aye be mine! Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic bands, Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield, I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o' luve, — Her white arm wad be a pillow to me, Fu' safter than the down; An' Luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind wings, An' sweetly I'd sleep, an' soun'. Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve! Come here and kneel wi' me! The morn is fu' o' the presence o' God, The morn-wind is sweet 'mang the beds o' new flowers, The wee birds sing kindlie an' hie; Our gudeman leans owre his kail-yard dike, And a blythe auld bodie is he. The Book maun be ta'en whan the carle comes |