re cruel by still adding more!
Weary am I to speak of this word "more;"
Yet never weary she, to plague me more!

LXI

Fidessa's worth in time begetteth praise;
Time, praise; praise, fame; fame, wonderment;
Wonder, fame, praise, time, her worth do raise
To highest pitch of dread astonishment.
Yet time in time her hardened heart bewrayeth
And praise itself her cruelty dispraiseth.
So that through praise, alas, her praise decayeth,
And that which makes it fall her honour raiseth!
Most strange, yet true! So wonder, wonder still,
And follow fast the wonder of these days;
For well I know all wonder to fulfil
Her will at length unto my will obeys.
Meantime let others praise her constancy,
And me attend upon her clemency.

LXII

Most true that I must fair Fidessa love.
Most true that fair Fidessa cannot love.
Most true that I do feel the pains of love.
Most true that I am captive unto love.
Most true that I deluded am with love.
Most true that I do find the sleights of love.
Most true that nothing can procure her love.
Most true that I must perish in my love.
Most true that she contemns the god of love.
Most true that he is snared with her love.
Most true that she would have me cease to love.
Most true that she herself alone is love.
Most true that though she hated, I would love.
Most true that dearest life shall end with love.

FINIS

_Talis apud tales, talis sub tempore tali:
Subque meo tali judice, talis ero._

CHLORIS
OR, THE COMPLAINT OF THE PASSIONATE DESPISED SHEPHERD
by
WILLIAM SMITH

WILLIAM SMITH

The sub-title of _Chloris_ arouses an expectation that is gratified in
the pastoral modishness of the sonnets. Corin sits under the "lofty
pines, co-partners of his woe," with oaten reed at his lips, and calls
on sylvans, lambkins and all Parnassans to testify to the beauty and
cruelty of Chloris. The attitude is a self-conscious one, yet the poem
reveals little of the personality of the author beyond the facts of
his youthfulness and of his devotion to "the most excellent and
learned Shepheard, Colin Cloute." It was in 1595, but one year before
the publication of _Chloris_, that Spenser had sung his own sonnets of
true love, and it is perhaps on this account that William Smith finds
him in a mood favourable to the defence of a you