No More Learning

It not in Coullor but in her, inheres, 15
For what she is, is faire, not what she weares;
The Moore shalle envye her, as much, or more,
As did the Ladies of our Court before.
The Sunn shall mourne that hee had westwarde beene,
To seeke his Love; whilst shee i'th North was seene. 20
Her blacknes lends like lustre to her eyes,
As in the night pale Phoebe glorifyes.
Hell, synne, and vice their attributes shall loose
Of black, for it wan, and pale whitenes choose,
As like themselves, Common, and most in use: 25
Sad of that Coulor is the late abuse.


[Of a Lady _&c. _ _A25_, _Chambers_]

[10 face. _Ed_: face _A25_]

[13 make; _Ed_: make _A25_]

[14 black<ne>s _Chambers_: blacks _A25_]

[16 weares; _Ed_: weares, _A25_]




II.


POEMS FROM THE BURLEY MS.


<_Life. _>

This lyfe it is not life, it is a sight
That wee have of y^e earth, y^e earth of vs;
It is a feild, where sence & reason fight,
The soules & bodies quarrells to discus;
It is a iorney where wee do not goe, 5
but fly w^{th} speedy wings t'our blisse or woe.
It is a chaine y^t hath but two smale links
Where<with> o^r graue is to o^r bodie ioyned;
It is a poysned feast wherein who thinks
To tast ioyes cup, y^e cup of death doth find. 10
It is a play, presented in heauens eye
Wherein o^r parts are to do naught but dye.


[Life. > _Ed_: _no title_, _Bur_]

[2 vs; _Ed_: vs _Bur_]

[3 feild, _Ed_: feild _Bur_]

[4 discus; _Ed_: discus _Bur_]

[6 Woe. _Ed_: woe _Bur_]

[8 Where<with> _Ed_: where _Bur_

ioyned; _Ed_: ioyned _Bur_]




<_My Love.
_>

My love doth fly w^{th} wings of feare
And doth a flame of fire resemble,
w^{ch} mounting high & burning cleere
yet ever more doth wane & tremble.
My loue doth see & still admire, 5
Admiring breedeth humblenes;
blind loue is bold, but my desire
the more it loues p^{re}sumes y^e lesse.
My loue seekes no reward or glory
but w^{th} it self it self contenteth, 10
is never sullaine, never sory,
never repyneth or repenteth.
O'who the sunne beames can behold
but hath some passion, feeles some heat,
for though the sunn himself be cold 15
his beames reflecting fire begett.
O y^t myne eyes, o that myne hart
Were both enlarged to contayne
the beames & ioyes shee doth impart,
whilst shee this bowre doth not disdayne; 20
this bowre vnfit for such a gueste,
but since she makes it now her Inn,
Would god twere like her sacred breast
most fayre w^{th}out, most rich w^{th}in.


[<My Love. > _Ed_: _no title and no punctuation_, _Bur_]

[4 wane _Ed_: weane _Bur_]

[12 never _Ed_: ne're _Bur_]




<_O Eyes! _>

O Eyes, what do you see?
O eares what do you heare?
that makes y^o wish to bee
All eyes or else all eare?
I see a face as fayre 5
As mans eye ever saw,
I here as sweet an ayre
as y^t w^{ch} rocks did draw,
I wish, when in such wise
I see or heare y^e same, 10
I had all Argus eyes
or else y^e eare<s> of fame.


[<O Eyes! > _Ed_: _no title and no punctuation_, _Bur_]

[12 eare<s> _Ed_: eare _Bur_:

Cui, quot sunt corpore plumae,
Tot vigiles oculi subter, mirabile dictu,
Tot linguae, totidem ora sonant, _tot subrigit auris_.

Virgil: _Aen. _ iv. 181-3.