...represented love, under the masculine gender, as a playful boy. English poets have followed their example : " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with hit wings he plays with me, Now with his feet." LODGE. If for his and her, in these passages, you substitute...

...are on : But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anonymous. XLIIL LOVES RESTING PLACE. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah, wanton, will you ? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong...

...me, Pray her before I die she'll come and see me.' Not less exquisite is Rosalind's Madrigal : — " Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will...

...sweete: Now with his wings he playes with me, now with hisfeete. Within mine eies he makes his neast, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye? 1 Seek money first, virtue after cash. 1 If you bring nothing, out you must go, O Homer! And if I sleepe,...

...now softly lies, Sleeping. Finally, consider this stanza from Thomas Lodge's "Rosalynd's Madrigal" : "Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet;...And yet he robs me of my rest; Ah! wanton, will ye?" In this, Lodge employs distortion or "throw-back", complicating that application of counter-sound by...

...medieval poetry may serve as illustration. Let us consider these and the subsequent lines by Thomas Lodge: Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now...with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Love itself is a very general idea and might include many kinds of experience; the idea is limited...

...wrote his bestknown romance, Rosalynde (1590). Here is a madrigal from it, with three other songs: Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now...yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night....

...sweet delights? After death, when we arc gone, Joy and pleasure is there none. ROSALIND S MADRIGAL Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now...And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night....

...bee" are simply unsurpassed for sugared sweetness in English. Perhaps this is the best of them : — " Love in my bosom like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ;...breast, My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs IRC of my rest? 'Ah, wanton ! will ye?' * And if I sleep, then percheth he, With pretty flight,1 And...

...his composition, 'Rosalind's Corhplaint describes the woe (which is also sweet!) of a maid in love: Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet;...feast, And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah, wanton, will you? And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong...