Methinks I hear, methinks I see, Here now, then there, the world is mine All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends :-my phantasie Presents a thousand ugly shapes, Doleful outcries, fearful sights, Methinks I court, methinks I kiss, All my joys to this are folly, When I recount love's many frights, All my griefs to this are jolly, Friends and companions, get you gone, 'Tis my desire to be alone; Ne'er well, but when my thoughts and I Do domineer in privacy. No gem, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. 'Tis my sole plague to be alone, The scene is turn'd, my joys are gone, I'll not change life with any king, I ravish'd am! can the world bring So sweet content I feel and see. I'll change my state with any wretch All my griefs to this are jolly, FRANCIS DAVISON, Son of the famous secretary of state, published a poetical miscellany, in 1602, under the title of " Davison's Poems, "or a Poetical Rhapsody," containing small pieces by the author himself, by his brother Walter, by a friend whom he calls Anomos, by Sir John Davis, the Countess of Pembroke, Sir P. Sidney, Dr. Campion, &c. A second edition appeared in 1608, a third in 1611, and a fourth in 1621. WHEN I to you of all my woes complain, Which you make me endure without release, With scornful smiles you answer me again, That lovers true must bear, and hold their peace, Dear, I will bear, and hold my peace, if you Will hold your peace, and bear what I shall do. CANZONET. DESIRE'S GOVERNMENT. WHERE wit is over-ruled by will, What boots the cunning pilot's skill, To tell which way to shape the course, When he that steers will have his will, And drive them where he list perforce? So reason shews the truth in vain Where fond desire as king doth reign |