My love is fair, my love is gay,
As fresh as bin the flowers in May
And of my love my roundelay,
My merry, merry, merry roundelay,
Concludes with Cupid's curse,?
'They that do change old love for new
Pray gods they change for worse!'

(George Peele (1559-1596), British writer. The Arraignment of Paris (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing.
Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green.

(George Peele (1559-1596), British poet. Polyhymnia (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.

(George Peele (1559-1596), British writer. David and Bethsabe (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)

Fair maid, white and red,
Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;
And every hair a sheave shall be,
And every sheave a golden tree.

(George Peele (1559-1596), British poet. The Old Wives' Tale (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)

Mars and she played even and odd.

(George Peele (1559-1596), British poet. The Hunting of Cupid (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;

(George Peele (1559-1596), British poet. The Old Wives' Tale (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)

And as my wit doth best devise,
Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes,
From whence do glance love's piercing darts,
That make such holes into our hearts;
And all the world herein accord,
Love is a great and mighty lord;

(George Peele (1559-1596), British writer. The Hunting of Cupid (l. 36-40). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)