Sweet Love, I will no more abuse thee, Nor with my voice accuse thee; But tune my notes unto thy praise And tell the world Love ne'er decays. Sweet Love doth concord ever cherish: What wanteth concord soon must perish. From ROBERT JONES' _Ultimum Vale, or Third Book of Airs_ (1608). Sweet Love, my only treasure, For service long unfeigned Wherein I nought have gained, Vouchsafe this little pleasure, To tell me in what part My Lady keeps her heart. If in her hair so slender, Like golden nets entwined Which fire and art have fined, Her thrall my heart I render For ever to abide With locks so dainty tied. If in her eyes she bind it, Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed, I dare not look to find it: I only wish it sight To see that pleasant light. But if her breast have deigned With kindness to receive it, I am content to leave it Though death thereby were gained: Then, Lady, take your own That lives by you alone. From JOHN DOWLAND's _Pilgrim's Solace_, 1612. (The first stanza is found in a poem of Donne.) Sweet, stay awhile; why will you rise? The light you see comes from your eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, To think that you and I must part. O stay! or else my joys must die And perish in their infancy. Dear, let me die in this fair breast, Far sweeter than the ph[oe]nix nest. Love raise Desire by his sweet charms Within this circle of thine arms! And let thy blissful kisses cherish Mine infant joys that else must perish. From THOMAS VAUTOR's _Songs of divers Airs and Natures_, 1619. _Tuwhoo, tuwhit, tuwhit, tuwhoo-o-o._ Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight With feathers like a lady bright, Thou sing'st alone, sitting by night, Te whit, te whoo! Thy note, that forth so freely rolls, With shrill command the mouse controls, And sings a dirge for dying souls, Te whit, te whoo! From THOMAS WEELKES' _Madrigals of Five and Six Parts_, 1600. Take here my heart, I give it thee for ever! No better pledge can love to love deliver. Fear not, my dear, it will not fly away, For hope and love command my heart to stay. But if thou doubt, desire will make it range: Love but my heart, my heart will never change. From FARMER's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1599. Take time while time doth last, Mark how fair fadeth fast; Beware if envy reign, Take heed of proud disdain; Hold fast now in thy youth, Regard thy vowed truth, Lest, when thou waxeth old, Friends fail and love grow cold. From _Deuteromelia_, 1609. The Fly she sat in shamble-row And shambled with her heels I trow; And then came in Sir Cranion With legs so long and many a one;