SINCE SHUNNING PAINE, I EASE CAN NEVER FIND
WHEN LOVE PUFT UP WITH RAGE OF HY DISDAINE
THE FIRE TO SEE MY WRONGS FOR ANGER BURNETH
THE NIGHTINGALE AS SOONE AS APRILL BRINGETH
SLEEPE BABIE MINE, DESIRE NURSE BEAUTIE SINGETH
O FAIRE, Ô SWEET, WHEN I DO LOOKE ON THEE
THE SCOURGE OF LIFE, AND DEATHS EXTREAME DISGRACE
HORACE, 65-8 BC (ORIG.) : YOU BETTER SURE SHALL LIVE, NOT EVERMORE
CATULLUS, GAIUS VALERIUS, 84-54 BC (ORIG.) : UNTO NO BODY MY WOMAN SAITH SHE HAD RATHER A WIFE BE
FAIRE SEEKE NOT TO BE FEARD, MOST LOVELY BELOVED BY THY SERVANTS
LIKE AS THE DOVE WHICH SEELED UP DOTH FLIE
MY MISTRESSE LOWERS AND SAITH I DO NOT LOVE
IN WONTED WALKES, SINCE WONTED FANCIES CHANGE
IF I COULD THINKE HOW THESE MY THOUGHTS TO LEAVE
FINDING THOSE BEAMES, WHICH I MUST EVER LOVE
NO, NO, NO, NO, I CANNOT HATE MY FOE
AL MY SENSE THY SWEETNESSE GAINED
OF THIS HIGH GRACE WITH BLISSE CONJOYN’D
RING OUT YOUR BELLES, LET MOURNING SHEWES BE SPREAD
THOU BLIND MANS MARKE, THOU FOOLES SELFE CHOSEN SNARE
LEAVE ME Ô LOVE, WHICH REACHEST BUT TO DUST