170 THE FAIRY QUEEN. The grasshopper, gnat, and fly, Grace said, we dance a while, And if the moon doth hide her head, On tops of dewie grasse So nimbly do we passe, Where we the night before have been. Anonymous. SONG OF AN ENCHANTRESS. 171 SONG OF AN ENCHANTRESS. LOVE is the blossom where there blows Not all the skill his wounds can stanch. While in his leaves there shrouded lay I the bud and blossom am. Only lend thy knee to me, Thy wooing shall thy winning be! See, see, the flowers that below Now freshly as the morning blow, And of all, the virgin rose, That as bright Aurora shows; How they all unleaved die, Losing their virginity: 172 SONG OF AN ENCHANTRESS. Like unto a summer shade, But now born, and now they fade! Come, come, gather then the rose; All the sand of Tagus' shore Is gladly bruised to make me wine; Thy wooing shall thy winning be! Giles Fletcher. A VISION OF "THE FAERY QUEEN." 173 A VISION OF "THE FAERY QUEEN." METHOUGHT I saw the grave where Laura lay, At whose approach the soul of Petrarke wept, Sir W. Raleigh. 174 HERSELF ALL TREASURE. HERSELF ALL TREASURE. YE tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle Do seeke most pretious things to make your gain; And both the Indias of their treasure spoile; What needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine? For loe, my Love doth in herselfe containe All this world's riches that may farre be found: If Saphyres, loe, her eies be Saphyres plaine; If Rubies, loe, hir lips be Rubies sound; If Pearles, hir teeth be Pearles, both pure and round; If Ivorie, her forhead Ivorie weene; If Gold, her locks are finest Gold on ground: If Silver, her faire hands are Silver sheene: But that which fairest is, but few behold- E. Spenser. |