fence.

If thy mistress swear she'll cry,
Fear her not, she'll swear and lie:
Such sweet oaths no sorrow bring
Till the prick of conscience sting.

From THOMAS CAMPION's _Fourth Book of Airs_ (circ. 1613).

Think'st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?
Parrots so can learn to prate, our speech by pieces gleaning:
Nurses teach their children so about the time of weaning.

Learn to speak first, then to woo, to wooing much pertaineth:
He that courts us, wanting art, soon falters when he feigneth,
Looks asquint on his discourse and smiles when he complaineth.

Skilful anglers hide their hooks, fit baits for every season;
But with crooked pins fish thou, as babes do that want reason:
Gudgeons only can be caught with such poor tricks of treason.

Ruth forgive me (if I erred) from human heart's compassion,
When I laughed sometimes too much to see thy foolish fashion:
But, alas, who less could do that found so good occasion!

From JOHN WILBYE's _Madrigals_, 1598.

Thou art but young, thou say'st,
And love's delight thou weigh'st not:
O, take time while thou may'st,
Lest when thou would'st thou may'st not.

If love shall then assail thee,
A double anguish will torment thee;
And thou wilt wish (but wishes all will fail thee,)
"O me! that I were young again!" and so repent thee.

From CAMPION and ROSSETER's _Book of Airs_, 1601. (Ascribed to Dr.
Donne.)

Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white,
For all those rosy ornaments in thee;
Thou art not sweet, tho' made of mere delight,
Nor fair, nor sweet--unless thou pity me.
I will not soothe thy fancies, thou shalt prove
That beauty is no beauty without love.

Yet love not me, nor seek not to allure
My thoughts with beauty were it more divine;
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,
I'll not be wrapped up in those arms of thine:
Now show it, if thou be a woman right,--
Embrace and kiss and love me in despite.

From JOHN DANYEL's _Songs for the Lute, Viol, and Voice_, 1606.

Thou pretty Bird, how do I see
Thy silly state and mine agree!
For thou a prisoner art;
So is my heart.
Thou sing'st to her, and so do I address
My Music to her ear that's merciless;
But herein doth the difference lie,--
That thou art grac'd, so am not I;
Thou s