25 Some have too much, yet still do crave; I laugh not at another's loss; I grudge not at another's pain; I fear no foe, I fawn no friend; Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, Their treasure is their only trust; 30 35 40 1 His last actions were not equal to his first. II Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart, The merit of true passion, With thinking that he feels no smart, That sues for no compassion. Silence in love bewrays more woe 5 Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. 5 As it fell upon a day, 9 16 5 ΙΟ 15 In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade, Which a group of myrtles made, Beasts did leap and birds did sing, Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; All thy fellow birds do sing, Careless of thy sorrowing; Even so, poor bird, like thee, None alive will pity me. - IGNOTO 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 MELI. FAUST. MELI. 35 PHYL. Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness, for sweetness, Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. COR. And methinks my true love bears the bell dwell; It is perhaps that sauncing bell1 That tolls all in to heaven or hell: It is December match'd with May, Hear ten months after of the play: |