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Sweet swallow far thou fliest till to our native<br />
clime,<br />
In pleasant April Phoebus’ 1 rays return the<br />
sweeter time.<br />
But Love no day forsakes the place whereas I<br />
rest,<br />
But every hour lives in mine eyes and in my heart<br />
doth nest.<br />
Each minute I am thrall 2 and in my wounded<br />
heart<br />
He builds his nest, he lays his eggs, and thence<br />
will never part.<br />
Already one hath wings, soft down the other<br />
clads,<br />
This breaks the skin, this newly-fledged about my<br />
bosom gads. 3<br />
The one hath broke the shell, the other soars on<br />
high,<br />
This newly laid, that quickly dead, before the<br />
dam 4 come nigh.<br />
Both day and night I hear the small ones how<br />
they cry,<br />
Calling for food who by the great are fed for fear<br />
they die.<br />
All wax and grow to proof and every year do lay<br />
A second nest, and sit and hatch the cause of my<br />
decay.<br />
Ah, Maudeline, what relief have I for to remove<br />
These crooked cares that thus pursue my heart in<br />
harbouring love:<br />
But helpless of relief since I by care am stung,<br />
To wound my heart thereby to slay both mother<br />
and her young.<br />
[...]<br />
These other two for their shortness and strangeness,<br />
I could not find in my heart to pretermit,<br />
knowing that the better sort, that are privy to 5 imitation<br />
and method, will have their due estimate:<br />
1 Phoebus’ the sun’s.<br />
2 thrall bound, enslaved.<br />
3 gads frolics, plays.<br />
4 dam mother.<br />
5 privy to knowledgeable about, acquainted with.<br />
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My mistress when she goes<br />
To pull the pink 6 and rose,<br />
Along the river bounds<br />
And trippeth on the grounds,<br />
And runs from rocks to rocks<br />
With lovely scattered locks,<br />
Whilst amorous winds doth play<br />
With hairs so golden gay.<br />
The water waxeth clear,<br />
The fishes draw her near,<br />
The Sirens 7 sing her praise,<br />
Sweet flowers perfume her ways,<br />
And Neptune glad and fain<br />
Yields up to her his reign. 8<br />
Another.<br />
When I admire the rose<br />
That nature makes repose<br />
In you the best of many,<br />
More fair and blest than any,<br />
And see how curious art<br />
Hath decked every part,<br />
I think with doubtful view<br />
Whether you be the rose, or the rose is you.<br />
An ode he wrote amongst the rest I dare not<br />
forget, in that the poesy is appertinent 9 to this<br />
time, and hath no less life in it than those of the<br />
ancient, and the rather because hereby the learned<br />
may see how even in those days poesy had her<br />
impugners, and industry could not be free from<br />
detraction:<br />
6 pink carnation.<br />
7 Sirens a somewhat ominous chorus, since the classical Sirens were<br />
a group of sea nymphs whose singing was so enthralling that listeners<br />
would become entranced, losing themselves in the music and<br />
finally starving to death because they forgot to eat. They appear most<br />
famously in Homer’s Odyssey.<br />
8 And Neptune … reign William’s mistress is clearly associated with<br />
the spring, while Neptune (the god and the planet) were thought to<br />
rule over winter.<br />
9 appertinent appertaining or properly belonging to; appropriate,<br />
fitting.