Samela Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan The absence of fair Rosalyne; Nor for her virtues so divine, Heigh ho! fair Rosalyne : Heigh ho! my heart, would God that she were mine! Thomas Lodge L' IKE to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with crimson robe of brightest dye, Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, As fair Aurora in her morning grey, Decked with the ruddy glister of her love, Like lovely Thetis on a calmèd day, Whenas her brightness Neptune's fancy move, Shines fair Samela; Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, Of fair Samela; Her cheeks, like rose and lily, yield forth gleams, Thus fair Samela. Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, And Juno in the show of majesty, For she's Samela. My Luve Pallas in wit; all three, if you well view, Julia YOU are a tulip seen to-day, But, dearest, of so short a stay, That where you grew scarce man can say. You are a lovely July flower, You are a sparkling rose i' th' bud, From which each throws a dart No sweeter life I try Than in her love to die. The lily in the field, That glories in his white, Heaven pictured in her face Fair Cynthia's silver light So bright my nymph doth shine With this there is a red, In sky there is no star Diaphenia This pleasant lily white, These sunbeams in mine eye, These beauties make me die. Earl of Oxenford DIAPH IAPHENIA, like the daffadowndilly, Heigho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me ! Diaphenia, like the spreading roses, I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia, like to all things blessèd Dear joy, how I do love thee! As the birds do love the Spring, Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me ! H. Constable |