William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. Beware of Love
T HUS 1 saith my Chloris bright,
When we of love sit down and talk together:
Beware of Love, dear; Love is a walking sprite,
And Love is this and that,
And, O, I know not what, 5
And comes and goes again I wot not whither.
No, no,these are but bugs to breed amazing, For in her eyes I saw his torchlight blazing.
From John Wilbyes Note 1. Madrigals, 1598. It is a rendering of an Italian madrigal of Guarini, says Bullen; of Luca Marenzio, says Quiller-Couch. In Musica Transalpina; The Second Book of Madrigals, 1597, is another version which reads:
So saith my fair and beautiful Lycoris,
When now and then she talketh
With me of love:
Love is a spirit that walketh,
That soars and flies,
And none alive can hold him,
Nor touch him, nor behold him.
Yet when her eye she turneth,
I spy where he sojourneth:
In her eyes there he flies,
But none can catch him
Till from her lips he fetch him.