Shall my foolish heart be pin'd,
'Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well-disposed nature
Joined with a lovely feature?
Be she meeker, kinder, than
Turtle-dove or pelican:

If she be not so to me,
What care I how kind she be?

Shall a woman's virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or her merit's value known,
Make me quite forget mine own?
Be she with that goodness blest
Which may gain her name of best;
If she be not such to me,

What care I how good she be?

'Cause her fortune seems too high,
Shall I play the fool and die?
Those that bear a noble mind

Where they want of riches find,
Think what with them they would do,
That without them dare to woo;

And unless that mind I see,

What care I though great she be?

Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
I will ne'er the more despair:
If she love me, this believe,
I will die e'er she shall grieve;
If she slight me when I woo,
I can scorn and let her go:

For if she be not for me,
What care I for whom she be?

Sonnet upon a Stolen Kifs

TOW gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes

NOW Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe ;

And free access unto that sweet lip lies,

From whence I long the rosy breath to draw.
Methinks no wrong it were, if I should steal
From those two melting rubies, one poor kiss:
None sees the theft that would the theft reveal,
Nor rob I her of ought what she can miss:
Nay should I twenty kisses take away,
There would be little sign I would do so;
Why then should I this robbery delay?
Oh! she may wake, and therewith angry grow!
Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one,
And twenty hundred thousand more for loan.

A

MARYLLIS I did woo,

And I courted Phillis too;
Daphne for her love I chose;
Chloris for that damask rose
In her cheek I held as dear;
Yea, a thousand lik'd, well-near;
And, in love with all together,
Feared the enjoying either:
'Cause to be of one possest,
Barr'd the hope of all the rest.

L

ORDLY gallants, tell me this:

Though my safe content you weigh not,
In your greatness what one bliss

Have you gain'd that I enjoy not?
You have honours, you have wealth;
I have peace, and I have health;
All the day I merry make,

And at night no care I take.

Bound to none my fortunes be;

This or that man's fall I fear not;

Him I love that loveth me:

For the rest a pin I care not.

You are sad when others chafe,
And grow merry as they laugh!
I, that hate it, and am free,
Laugh and weep as pleaseth me.

H

ENCE, away, thou Siren, leave me! Pish! unclasp these wanton arms! Sugar'd words can ne'er deceive me, Though thou prove a thousand charms. Fie, fie, forbear!

No common snare

Can ever my affection chain:

Thy painted baits,

And poor deceits,

Are all bestow'd on me in vain.

I'm no slave to such as you be,

Nor shall that soft snowy breast, Rolling eye, and lip of ruby,

Ever rob me of my rest.

Go, go display

Thy beauty's ray

To some more-soon-enamour'd swain:

Those forced wiles

Of sighs and smiles

Are all bestow'd on me in vain.

I have elsewhere vow'd a duty;
Turn away thy tempting eye:
Shew not me thy painted beauty:
These impostures I defy.
My spirit loaths

Where gaudy clothes

And feigned oaths may love obtain: I love her so

Whose looks swear no That all thy labour will be vain.

Can he prize the tainted posies

Which on other's breast are worn,

That may pluck the virgin roses
From the never-touched thorn?
I can go rest

On her sweet breast

That is the pride of Cynthia's train :

Then stay thy tongue,

Thy mermaid song

Is all bestow'd on me in vain.