WILLING BONDAGE. IKE as a huntsman after weary chase With panting hounds beguiled of their prey; So, after long pursuit and vain assay, When I all weary had the chase forsook, The gentle deer returned the self-same way Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook ; EDMUND Spenser. TRUE BEAUTY. EN call you fair, and you do credit it, But the true fair, that is the gentle wit, And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me: For all the rest, however fair it be Shall turn to nought, and lose that glorious hue; But only that is permanent and free From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue. That is true beauty; that doth argue you To be divine, and born of heavenly seed; Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He only fair, and what He fair hath made; EDMUND Spenser. IKE as a ship that through the ocean wide, Out of her course doth wander far astray,- Do wander now in darkness and dismay, Through hidden perils round about me placed : Will shine again, and look on me at last, Edmund Spenser. 3 ITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies, How silently, and with how wan a face! Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there-ungratefulness? SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. |AVING this day my horse, my hand, my lance Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy, France; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance; Townfolks my strength; a daintier judge applies My blood from them who did excel in this, SIR PHILIP Sidney. ५ |