heaven sent,
That much in little, all in nought,--Content.
From JOHN MAYNARD's _Twelve Wonders of the World_, 1611.
THE MAID.
I marriage would forswear,
But that I hear men tell
That she that dies a maid
Must lead an ape in hell.
Therefore, if fortune come,
I will not mock and play
Nor drive the bargain on
Till it be driven away.
Titles and lands I like,
Yet rather fancy can
A man that wanteth gold
Than gold that wants a man.
From JOHN MAYNARD's _Twelve Wonders of the World_, 1611.
THE MARRIED MAN.
I only am the man
Among all married men
That do not wish the priest,
To be unlinked again.
And though my shoe did wring
I would not make my moan,
Nor think my neighbours' chance
More happy than mine own.
Yet court I not my wife,
But yield observance due,
Being neither fond nor cross,
Nor jealous nor untrue.
From JOHN DOWLAND's _Second Book of Songs or Airs_, 1600.
I saw my Lady weep,
And sorrow proud to be advanced so
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep.
Her face was full of woe,
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing;
Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare;
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve.
Enough, enough; your joyful look excels;
Tears kill the heart, believe.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.
From JOHN WILBYE's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1598.
I sung sometime my thoughts and fancy's pleasure,
Where I did list, or time served best and leisure;
While Daphne did invite me
To supper once, and drank to me to spite me.
I smiled, but yet did doubt her,
And drank where she had drunk before, to flout her;
But, O! while I did eye her,
Mine eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire.
From ORLANDO GIBBONS' _First Set of Madrigals_, 1612.
I weigh not Fortune's frown nor smile,
I joy not much in earthly joys,
I seek not state, I reak [_sic_] not style,
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