 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
ix
DAMELUS' SONG TO HIS DIAPHENIA.
Diaphenia, like the Daffadowndillie,
White as the sunne, faire as the lillie,
Heigh hoe, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as my lambs
Are beloved of their Dams;
How blest were I if thou would'st proove me!
White as the sunne, faire as the lillie,
Heigh hoe, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as my lambs
Are beloved of their Dams;
How blest were I if thou would'st proove me!
Diaphenia, like the spreading Roses,
That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses,
Faire sweete, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as each flower
Loves the sunne's life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might moove me.
That in thy sweetes all sweetes incloses,
Faire sweete, how I doo love thee!
I doo love thee as each flower
Loves the sunne's life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might moove me.
Diaphenia, like to all things blessed,
When all thy praises are expressed,
Deare Joy, how I doo love thee!
As the Birds doo love the spring,
Or the Bees their carefull King;
Then in requite, sweet Virgin, love me.
When all thy praises are expressed,
Deare Joy, how I doo love thee!
As the Birds doo love the spring,
Or the Bees their carefull King;
Then in requite, sweet Virgin, love me.
| The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable | |