Neither amongste the Nimphes, in shady woodes Nor in the fyelde amydst the Troupes of armes Nor in the shippes that feareles cutt the floods Nor in the Cytties proude, where people swarmes Nor in the meadowes mantlede all with greene Nor where the Byrdes doo singe in painted pride Nor in the night when all the starres are seene Nor by those Rockes where streames doo softely slide Nor in the Monnuments off Tempells olde Nor in the Pompe off Princes stately Halles Nor in the Orient pearles, nor Indian golde Nor in that worde which all men pleasure calls Doo I take Joye, excepte Shee be in syght Whose presenc wounds; but absence slayes outryght. |