Ther time it is to take my beads, And pray, that beautie may preuaile; Or else dispaire will win the field, Wher reason, hope, and pleasure yeeld. 2. My eyes presume to iudge this case, Whose judgement reason doth disdaine; But beautie with her wanton face, Stands to defend, the case is plaine; To blush and feare to tell my woe; 4. So farre hath fond desire outrunne The bond which reason set out first; 5. O that I might declare the rest, Of all the toeis which fancie turnes: Where fire is hid that neuer burnes, 6. But since conceit dares not declare The strange conflict of hope and feare; And tell me how my fancie shall, 7. I must therefore with silence build, 1. "O you that heare this voice, you that see this face; Say, whether of this choice, May haue the former place; 2. This side doth beautie take, The strongest iudgements weak, Is only true delight. The perfect beauties bee, 5. Musicke more loftie swells, In phrases finely plac'd; In action aptly grac'd; 6. Loue more affected seemes, 7. Musicke doth witnesse call, The eare his truth doth trye; Beautie brings to the hall Eye witnesse of the eye: Each in his obiect such, 8. The common sense which might, To bee forsooth vpright, To both sides parciall is: Hee layes on this chiefe praise, Chiefe praise on that he laies. 9. Then Reason, princesse hie, Say, whether thou wilt crowne, 1. "If women could be faire, and neuer fond, 2. To marke what choise they make, and how they change; Who would not shake such bussards from the fist; And let them flie (faire fooles) which way they list. 3. Yet for our sport, wee fawne and flatter both, To passe the time, when nothing else can please; The sweet content, that giues such humor ease; 1. "What pleasure haue great princes, And fortune's fate not fearing, Sing sweet, in summer morning. 2. Their dealings plaine and rightfull, They neuer know how spightfull 1 On fauorite presumptious, Whose pride is vaine and sumptious. 3. All day their flocks each tendeth, Where gold and pearle are plentie, 4. For lawiers and their pleading, Th' esteeme it not a straw; Where conscience iudgeth plainley, 5. O happie who thus liueth, To keepe him from the cold;" "In fields abroad wher trumpets shrill doe sound, Wher glaues and shields do giue and take the knocks; Wher bodies dead do ouerspred the ground, And friend to foes are common butcher's blocks; A gallant shot well managing his peece, 1. "Farewell false loue the oracle of lies, A mortall foe and enimie to rest; |