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Pack night, peep day; good day, of night now borrow;

Short, night, to-night, and length thyself to



It was

a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,

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That liked of her master as well as well might be ; Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest eye could


Her fancy fell a turning.

Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love

did fight,

To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant


To put in practice either, alas! it was a spite

Unto the silly damsel.

But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain, That nothing could be used, to turn them both to


For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain :

Alas! she could not help it.

Thus art with arms contending was victor of the


Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid


Then lullaby; the learned man hath got the lady


For now my song is ended.


On a day, (alack the day?) 1

Love, whose month was ever Mav,
Spied a blossom, passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:

Through the velvet leaves the wind,

All unseen, 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,

Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.

'Air,' quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!

But, alas! my hand hath sworn

Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:

Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;

Youth, so apt to pluck a sweet.

Do not call it sin in me,

That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou, for whom Jove would swear

Juno but an Ethiop were;

And deny himself for Jove,

Turning mortal for thy love."

My flocks feed not,

My ewes breed not,



This Sonnet occurs also in Love's Labur's Lost, vol. in,

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My rams speed not;

All is amiss:

Love's denying,
Faith's defying,
Heart's renying,1

Causer of this.

All my merry jigs are quite forgot;
All my lady's love is lost, God wot:

Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
There a nay is placed without remove.
One silly cross

Wrought all my loss:

O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! For now I see,


More in women than in men remain.

In black mourn I;

All fears scorn I;

Love hath forlorn me,

Living in thrall :

Heart is bleeding,

All help needing,

(O cruel speeding!)

Fraughted with gall.

My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal: *
My wether's bell rings doleful knel!;

1 Renouncing: from the French word renier. In no degree.

My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd,
Plays not at all, but seems afraid :
My sighs so deep,

Procure1 to weep,

In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound

Through harkless ground,

Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight.

Clear wells spring not;

Sweet birds sing not;

Loud bells ring not

Herds stand weeping,

Flocks all sleeping,
Nymphs back creeping


All our pleasure known to us poor swains,

All our merry meetings on the plains,

All our evening sport from us is filed;
All our love is lost, for love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass ;

Thy like ne'er was

For a sweet content, the cause


Poor Coridon

Must live alone:

of all my

Other help for him I see that there is none.

14 Him,' or 'the dog.' must here be understood.


Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou wouldst strike.
Let reason rule things worthy blame,

As well as fancy,1 partial tike.

Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed:

And when thou comest thy tale to tell,
Smoothe not thy tongue with filed talk,
Lest she some subtle practice smell;
(A cripple soon can find a halt)

But plainly say thou lovest her well,
And set thy person forth to sell:

And to her will frame all thy ways;
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there.
Where thy desert may merit praise,
By ringing always in her ear.

The strongest castle, tower, and town,—
The golden bullet beats it down.

Serve always with assured trust;
And in thy suit be humble, true :
Unless thy lady prove unjust,
Press never thou to choose anew.

1 Love.

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