BUT of thy heart too cruel I thee tell, Which hath tormented my young budding age; And doth, (unless your mildness, passions quell) My utter ruin near at hand presage. Instead of blood, which wont was to display His ruddy red upon my hairless face; By over-grieving, that is fled away: Pale dying colour there hath taken place. Those curlèd locks, which thou wast wont to twist, Unkempt, unshorn, and out of order been; Since my disgrace, I had of them no list. Since when, these eyes no joyful day have seen: Nor never shall, till you renew again The mutual love which did possess us twain. SONNET XLVIII. YOU that embrace enchanting Poesy, Be gracious to perplexèd CORIN's lines! You that do feel Love's proud authority, Help me to sing my sighs and sad designs! CHLORIS, requite not faithful love with scorn! But, as thou oughtest, have commiseration. I have enough anatomized and torn My heart, thereof to make a pure oblation. Likewise consider how thy CORIN prizeth Thy parts above each absolute perfection! How he, of every precious thing deviseth, To make thee Sovereign! Grant me then affection! Else thus I prize thee, CHLORIS is alone More hard than gold, or pearl, or precious stone. SONNET XLIX. COLIN, I know that, in thy lofty wit, Thou wilt but laugh at these my youthful lines; Content I am, they should in silence sit, Obscured from light to sing their sad designs. But that it pleasèd thy grave Shepherdhood, The Patron of my maiden verse to be; When I in doubt of raging envy stood: And now I weigh not who shall _CHLORIS_ see! For fruit before it comes to full perfection But blossoms is, as every man doth know: So these, being blooms, and under thy protection, In time I hope to ripeness more will grow. And so I leave thee to thy worthy Muse; Desiring thee, all faults here to excuse. FINIS. [? THOMAS DELONEY.] [See Vol. VII., p. 36.] _The Spanish Lady's Love._ This Ballad was entered at Stationers' Hall in June 1603, and again on 14th Dec. 1624. [ARBER. _Transcript, &c._ III. 237; IV. 132.] It was probably occasioned by some incident at the Winning of Cadiz, in 1596, described at Vol. VII., pp. 80-93 of this Series. THE FIRST PART. WILL you hear a Spanish Lady, how she wooed an Englishman? Garments gay, as rich as may be, bedecked with jewels, had she on: Of a comely countenance and grace was she; Both by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there, he kept her; in his hands her life did lie. CUPID's bands did tie them faster by the liking of an eye. In his courteous company was all her joy: To favour him in anything she was not coy.