91. ZEAL REQUIRED IN LOVE.
I'll do my best to win whene'er I woo:
That man loves not who is not zealous too.
92. THE BAG OF THE BEE.
About the sweet bag of a bee
Two cupids fell at odds,
And whose the pretty prize should be
They vow'd to ask the gods.
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their boldness stripp'd them,
And, taking thence from each his flame,
With rods of myrtle whipp'd them.
Which done, to still their wanton cries,
When quiet grown she'd seen them,
She kiss'd, and wip'd their dove-like eyes,
And gave the bag between them.
93. LOVE KILLED BY LACK.
Let me be warm, let me be fully fed,
Luxurious love by wealth is nourished.
Let me be lean, and cold, and once grown poor,
I shall dislike what once I lov'd before.
94. TO HIS MISTRESS.
Choose me your valentine,
Next let us marry—
Love to the death will pine
If we long tarry.
