THE BUSY MAN IS FREE FOND Love, no more Will I adore Thy feigned Deity; Go throw thy darts At simple hearts, And prove thy victory. Whilst I do keep My harmless sheep Love hath no power on me : 'Tis idle souls Which he controls; The busy man is free. I From Perimedes the Blacksmith, 1588. WANTON YOUTH. N Cyprus sat fair Venus by a fount, Wanton Adonis toying on her knee: She kissed the wag, her darling of account; The boy 'gan blush; which when his lover see, She smiled, and told him love might challenge debt, And he was young, and might be wanton yet. The boy waxed bold, fired by fond desire, That woo he could and court her with conceit : Reason spied this, and sought to quench the fire With cold disdain; but wily Adon straight Cheered up the flame, and said, "Good sir, what let? I am but young, and may be wanton yet." Reason replied, that beauty was a bane To such as feed their fancy with fond love, Where Venus strikes with beauty to the quick, But love then, though I wanton it awry, |