Her  face  was  full  of  woe,
5       But  such  a  woe  (believe  me)  as  wins  more  hearts
Than  Mirth  can  do  with  her  enticing  parts.
Sorrow  was  there  made  fair,
And  Passion,  wise;  Tears,  a  delightful  thing;
Silence,  beyond  all  speech,  a  wisdom  rare:
10  She  made  her  sighs  to  sing,

And  all  things  with  so  sweet  a  sadness  move
As  made  my  heart  at  once  both  grieve  and  love.
O  fairer  than  aught  else
The  world  can  show,  leave  off  in  time  to  grieve:
15       Enough,  enough:  your  joyful  look  excels:
Tears  kill  the  heart,  believe.
O  strive  not  to  be  excellent  in  woe.
Which  only  breeds  your  beauty's  overthrow.
Anon


70  Palgrave's  Golden  Treasury  [xxxi


XXXI

TRUE  LOVE

Let  me  not  to  the  marriage  of  true  minds

Admit  impediments.     Love  is  not  love

Which  alters  when  it  alteration  finds,

Or  bends  with  the  remover  to  remove:-—
5  O  no!  it  is  an  ever  fixed  mark

That  looks  on  tempests,  and  is  never  shaken,

It  is  the  star  to  every  wandering  bark,

Whose  worth's  unknown,  although  his  height  be  taken.
Love's  not  Time's  fool,  though  rosy  lips  and  cheeks
^0  Within  his  bending  sickle's  compass  come;

Love  alters  not  with  his  brief  hours  and  weeks,

But  bears  it  out  ev'n  to  the  edge  of  doom: —
If  this  be  error,  and  upon  me  proved,
I  never  writ,  nor  no  man  ever  loved.
W.  Shakespeare


XXXII

A  DITTY

My  true-love  hath  my  heart,  and  I  have  his,
By  just  exchange  one  for  another  given:
I  hold  his  dear,  and  mine  he  cannot  miss,
There  never  was  a  better  bargain  driven:
.5  My  true-love  hath  my  heart,  and  I  have  his.
His  heart  in  me  keeps  him  and  me  in  one.
