XL THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS HILE that the sun with his beams hot W store feat the fruits in vale and mountain, Philon the shepherd, late forgot, Sitting beside a crystal fountain, In shadow of a green oak-tree Upon his pipe this song play'd he : Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. So long as I was in your sight I was your heart, your soul, and treasure ; Three days endured your love to me, Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchained; Soon came a third, your love to win, Sure you have made me passing glad : To choose you for my best beloved: XLI A RENUNCIATION F women could be fair, and yet not fond, still, I would not marvel that they make men bond To mark the choice they make, and how they change, Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both, Το pass the time when nothing else can please, E. Vere, Earl of Oxford XLII BLOW, thou winter LOW, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen. Although thy breath be rude. 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. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. 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. XLIII W. Shakespeare MADRIGAL Y thoughts hold mortal strife; MY I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprize, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. W. Drummond XLIV DIRGE OF LOVE 'OME away, come away, Death, COME And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death no one so true On Not a flower, not a flower sweet my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, W. Shakespeare XLV FIDELE FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must W. Shakespeare XLVI A SEA DIRGE. ULL fathom five thy father lies: Ff his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Bat doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange; Ding, dong, Bell. W. Shakespeare |