, I will sure have one
In spite of her that will have none.

From MICHAEL ESTE's _Madrigals of Three, Four and Five Parts_, 1604.

My hope a counsel with my heart
Hath long desired to be,
And marvels much so dear a friend
Is not retain'd by me.

She doth condemn my haste
In passing the estate
Of my whole life into their hands
Who nought repays but hate:

And not sufficed with this, she says,
I did release the right
Of my enjoyed liberties
Unto your beauteous sight.

From ROBERT JONES' _Second Book of Songs and Airs_, 1601.

My love bound me with a kiss
That I should no longer stay;
When I felt so sweet a bliss
I had less power to part away:
Alas, that women doth not know
Kisses make men loath to go.

Yes, she knows it but too well,
For I heard when Venus' dove
In her ear did softly tell
That kisses were the seals of love:
O muse not then though it be so,
Kisses make men loath to go.

Wherefore did she thus inflame
My desires heat my blood,
Instantly to quench the same
And starve whom she had given food?
I the common sense can show,
Kisses make men loath to go.

Had she bid me go at first
It would ne'er have grieved my heart,
Hope delayed had been the worst;
But ah to kiss and then to part!
How deep it struck, speak, gods, you know
Kisses make men loath to go.

From ROBERT JONES' _Second Book of Songs and Airs_, 1601.

My Love is neither young nor old,
Not fiery-hot nor frozen-cold,
But fresh and fair as springing briar
Blooming the fruit of love's desire;
Not snowy-white nor rosy-red,
But fair enough for shepherd's bed;
And such a love was never seen
On hill or dale or country-green.

From WILLIAM BYRD's _Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs_, 1588.

My mind to me a kingdom is:
Such perfect joy therein I find
That it excels all other bliss
That God or nature hath assigned.
Though much I want, that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

No princely port, nor wealthy store,
No force to win a victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to win a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall!
For why? my mind despise them all.

I see that plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soonest fall;
I see that s