If the scorn of your bright eyne Have power to raise such love in mine, Alack, in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect?
And by him seal up thy mind Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me, and all that I can make, Or else by him my love deny, And then I'll study how to die.
Alas, poor shepherd.
Call you this chiding?
West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom; The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place. There's none within.
Should I know you by description--Such garments, and such years. "The boy is fair, Of female favor, and bestows himself Like a ripe sister; the woman low And browner than her brother." Are not you The owner of the house I did inquire for?