His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true-love hath my heart, and I have his. _Sir P. Sidney_ XXXIII _LOVE'S INSIGHT_ Though others may Her brow adore Yet more must I, that therein see far more Than any other's eyes have power to see: She is to me More than to any others she can be! I can discern more secret notes That in the margin of her cheeks Love quotes, Than any else besides have art to read: No looks proceed From those fair eyes but to me wonder breed. _Anon._ XXXIV _LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE_ Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, And you, my Love, as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the main, Whereso'er you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. _J. Sylvester_ XXXV _CARPE DIEM_ O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love's coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. _W. Shakespeare_ XXXVI _AN HONEST AUTOLYCUS_ Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave, and new, Good penny-worths,--but money cannot move: I keep a fair but for the Fair to view; A beggar may be liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true-- The heart is true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; My trifles come as treasures from my mind; It is a precious jewel to be plain; Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find:-- Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain! Of me a grain! _Anon._ XXXVII _WINTER_ When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu-whit! Tu-who! A merry note! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.