The plays & poems of Robert Greene Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins |
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XXXVII
MELICERTVS DESCRIPTION OF HIS MISTRES.
Tune on my pipe the praises of my Loue,
And midst thy oaten harmonie recount
How faire she is that makes thy musicke mount,
And euerie string of thy hearts harpe to moue.
And midst thy oaten harmonie recount
How faire she is that makes thy musicke mount,
And euerie string of thy hearts harpe to moue.
Shall I compare her forme vnto the spheare
Whence Sun-bright Venus vaunts her siluer shine?
Ah more than that by iust compare is thine,
Whose christall lookes the cloudie heauens doe cleare.
Whence Sun-bright Venus vaunts her siluer shine?
Ah more than that by iust compare is thine,
Whose christall lookes the cloudie heauens doe cleare.
How oft haue I descending Titan seene
His burning lockes couch in the Sea-queenes lap,
And beauteous Thetis his red bodie wrap
In watrie roabes, as he her Lord had been.
His burning lockes couch in the Sea-queenes lap,
And beauteous Thetis his red bodie wrap
In watrie roabes, as he her Lord had been.
When as my Nimph impatient of the night
Bad bright Astraeus with his traine giue place,
Whiles she led foorth the day with her faire face,
And lent each starre a more than Delian light.
Bad bright Astraeus with his traine giue place,
Whiles she led foorth the day with her faire face,
And lent each starre a more than Delian light.
Not Ioue or Nature should they both agree
To make a woman of the Firmament,
Of his mixt puritie could not inuent
A Skie borne forme so beautifull as she.
To make a woman of the Firmament,
Of his mixt puritie could not inuent
A Skie borne forme so beautifull as she.
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