Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. 10 15 Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. 20 W. SHAKESPEARE. 43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : 5 -But he, grim grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. W. DRUMMOND. 44 DIRGE OF LOVE Come away, come away, Death, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true. Not a flower, not a flower sweet 5 10 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : Sad true lover never find my grave, 15 W. SHAKESPEARE. 45 FIDELE Fear no more the heat o' the sun Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, Fear no more the frown o' the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning-flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : W. SHAKESPEARE 5 10 15 46 A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies: W. SHAKESPEARE. 5 47 A LAND DIRGE Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again. J. WEBSTER. 10 48 POST MORTEM If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover; 5 Compare them with the bettering of the time, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, 49 THE TRIUMPH OF DEATH 10 No longer mourn for me when I am dead The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O if, I say, you look upon this verse 5 When I perhaps compounded am with clay, 10 Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay ; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone. 50 W. SHAKESPEARE. MADRIGAL Tell me where is Fancy bred, It is engender'd in the eyes, 5 10 W. SHAKESPEARE. 51 CUPID AND CAMPASPE Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); All these did my Campaspe win: At last he set her both his eyes She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? J. LYLY. 52 Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day, To give my Love good-morrow |