 | Poems in The passionate pilgrime by W. Shakespeare |  |
[If Musicke and sweet Poetrie agree]
If Musicke and sweet Poetrie agree,As they must needs (the Sister and the brother)
Then must the loue be great twixt thee and me,
Because thou lou'st the one, and I the other.
Dowland to thee is deere, whose heauenly tuch
Vpon the Lute, dooth rauish humane sense:
Spenser to me, whose deepe Conceit is such,
As passing all conceit, needs no defence.
Thou lou'st to heare the sweet melodious sound,
That Phœbus Lute (the Queene of Musicke) makes:
And I in deepe Delight am chiefly drownd,
When as himselfe to singing he betakes.
One God is God of both (as Poets faine)
One Knight loues Both, and both in thee remaine.
[My flocks feede not, my Ewes breed not]
My flocks feede not, my Ewes breed not,My Rams speed not, all is amis:
Loue is dying, Faithes defying,
Harts nenying, causer of this,
All my merry Iigges are quite forgot,
All my Ladies loue is lost (god wot)
Where her faith was firmely fixt in loue,
There a nay is plac't without remoue.
One silly crosse, wrought all my losse,
O frowning fortune cursed fickle dame,
For now I see, inconstancy,
More in wowen then in men remaine.
| Poems in The passionate pilgrime by W. Shakespeare | |