wo proud armies marching in the field,--
Joining a thund'ring fight, each scorns to yield,--
So in my heart your beauty and my reason:
One claims the crown, the other says 'tis treason.
But oh! your beauty shineth as the sun;
And dazzled reason yields as quite undone.

From THOMAS WEELKES' _Madrigals to Three, Four, Five and Six Voices_,
1597.

Lo! country sport that seldom fades;
A garland of the spring,
A prize for dancing, country maids
With merry pipes we bring.
Then all at once _for our town_ cries!
Pipe on, for we will have the prize.

From THOMAS CAMPION's _Two Books of Airs_ (circ. 1613).

Lo, when back mine eye
Pilgrim-like I cast,
What fearful ways I spie
Which, blinded, I securely passed!

But now heaven hath drawn
From my brows that night;
As when the day doth dawn,
So clears my long-imprisoned sight.

Straight the Caves of Hell
Dressed with flowers I see,
Wherein False Pleasures dwell,
That, winning most, most deadly be.

Throngs of masked fiends,
Winged like angels, fly;
Even in the gates of friends,
In fair disguise black dangers lie.

Straight to heaven I raised
My restored sight,
And with loud voice I praised
The LORD of ever-during light.

And since I had strayed
From His ways so wide,
His grace I humbly prayed
Henceforth to be my guard and guide.

From JOHN MAYNARD's _Twelve Wonders of the World_, 1611.

THE COURTIER.

Long have I lived in Court,
Yet learned not all this while
To sell poor suiters smoke,
Nor where I hate to smile;
Superiors to adore,
Inferiors to despise,
To flie from such as fall,
To follow such as rise:

To cloak a poor desire
Under a rich array,
Nor to aspire by Vice,
Though 'twere the quicker way.

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

Love is a bable,
No man is able
To say 'tis this or 'tis that;
So full of passions
Of sundry fashions,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.

Love's fair in the cradle,
Foul in the fable,
'Tis either too cold or too hot;
An arrant liar,
Fed by desire,
It is and yet it is not.

Love is a fellow
Clad oft in yellow,[10]
The canker-worm of the mind,
A privy mischief,
And such a s