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, And jest with you as you have done, For light's the love that quickly won." "Kind, and fair-sweet, once believe me; Jest I did but not to grieve thee. Court I did, but did not love; All my speech was you to prove. Words and sighs and what I spent, In show to her, to you were meant. Fond I was your love to cross; Jesting love oft brings this loss. Forget this fault, and love your friend, Which vows his truth unto the end." "Content," she said, "if this you keep." Thus both did kiss, and both did weep. For women long they cannot chide, As I by proof in this have tried.

A DIALOGUE BETWIXT TWO SEA-NYMPHS DORIS AND GALATEA CONCERNING POLPHEMUS; BRIEFLY TRANSLATED OUT OF LUCIAN

The sea-nymphs late did play them on the shore, And smiled to see such sport was new begun, A strife in love, the like not heard before, Two nymphs contend which had the conquest won. Doris the fair with Galate did chide; She liked her choice, and to her taunts replied.