THE SAD SHEPHERD'S PASSION OF LOVE
by: George Peele
Love, ungentle for thy deed,
- Thou makest my heart
- A bloody mark
- With piercing shot to bleed.
- Shoot soft, sweet Love, for fear thou shoot amiss,
- For fear too keen
- Thy arrows been,
- And hist the heart where my beloved is.
- Too fair that fortune were, nor never I
- Shall be so blest,
- Among the rest,
- That Love shall seize on her by sympathy.
- Then since with Love my prayers bear no boot,
- This doth remain
- To cease my pain,
- I take the wound, and die at Venus' foot.
POEMS BY GEORGE PEELE
'The Sad Shepherd's Passion of Love'
was originally published in The Arraignment of Paris (1584).