120 TEARS OF PRICE. TEARS OF PRICE. THE dew no more shall weep, Much rather would it tremble here, Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber-weeping tree, As the drops distill'd from thee: Caskets, of which Heaven keeps the keys. When sorrow would be seen In her bright majesty, For she is a Queen! Then is she dress'd by none but thee; Then, and only then, she wears Her richest pearls;-I mean thy tears Not in the evening's eyes When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits Sorrow with a face so fair: Richard Crashaw. SONETTO. 121 SONETTO. FIRST shall the heav'ns want starry light, First shall the top of highest hill First direful Hate shall turn to peace, And Pleasure mourn, and sorrow smile, First Time shall stay his stayless race, Thomas Lodge. 122 THE SILENT LOVER. THE SILENT LOVER. PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams, The bottom is but shallow whence they come; Wrong not, sweet mistress of my heart, With thinking that he feels no smart Since if my plaints were not t'approve It comes not from defect of love, For knowing that I sue to serve I rather choose to want relief THE SILENT LOVER. Silence in love betrays more woe Then wrong not, dearest to my heart, He smarteth most who hides his smart, And sues for no compassion. 123 Sir W. Raleigh. 124 TO ANTHEA WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANY THING. TO ANTHEA, WHO MAY COMMAND HIM BID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find- Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree: Or bid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. R. Herrick. |