When first the sun whom all my senses serve, Began to shine upon this earthly round, The heavens for her all graces did reserve, That Pandor-like with all she might abound. Apollo placed his brightness in her eyes, His skill presaging and his music sweet. Mars gave his force; all force she now defies; Venus her smiles wherewith she Mars did meet; Python a voice, Diana made her chaste, Ceres gave plenty, Cupid lent his bow, Thetis his feet, there Pallas wisdom placed. With these she queen-like kept a world in awe. Yet all these honors deemed are but pelf, For she is much more worthy of herself. LII O sugared talk, wherewith my thoughts do live! O brows, love's trophy and my senses' shine! O charming smiles, that death or life can give! O heavenly kisses from a mouth divine! O wreaths too strong, and trammels made of hair! O pearls inclosed in an ebon pale! O rose and lilies in a field most fair, Where modest white doth make the red seem pale! O voice whose accents live within my heart! O heavenly hand that more than Atlas holds! O sighs perfumed, that can release my smart! O happy they whom in her arms she folds! Now if you ask where dwelleth all this bliss, Seek out my love and she will tell you this. AN ODE Love, I repent me that I thought My sighs and languish dearly bought. For sighs and languish both did prove That he that languished sighed for love. Cruel rigor, foe to state, Looks disdainful, fraught with hate, I did blame, but had no cause; Love hath eyes, but hath no laws. She was sad and could not choose To see me sigh and sit and muse. We both did love and both did doubt Least any should our love find out. Our hearts did speak, by sighs most hidden; This means was left, all else forbidden. I did frown her love to try, She did sigh and straight did cry. Both of us did sighs believe, Yet either grieved friend to grieve. I did look and then did smile; She left sighing all that while. Both were glad to see that change, Things in love that are not strange. Suspicion, foolish foe to reason, Caused me seek to find some treason. I did court another dame, False in love, it is a shame!-- She was sorry this to view, Thinking faith was proved untrue. Then she swore she would not love One whom false she once did prove. I did vow I never meant From promise made for to relent. The more I said the worse she thought, My oaths and vows were deemed as naught. "False," she said "how can it be, To court another yet love me? Crowns and love no partners brook; If she be liked I am forsook. Farewell, false, and love her still, Your chance was good, but mine was ill. No harm to you, but this I crave, That your new love may you deceive,