There will we sit upon the rocks There will I make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : Thy silver dishes for thy meat Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing C. Marlowe C VI A MADRIGAL RABBED Age and Youth Youth like summer morn, Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame : — Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, And pleased with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither! IT With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino ! That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour, And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino ! For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, the only pretty ring time, Sweet lovers love the Spring. W. Shakespeare AB IX PRESENT IN ABSENCE BSENCE, hear thou my protestation Distance, and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration: For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. Who loves a mistress of such quality, Affection's ground Beyond time, place, and all mortality. Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry. By absence this good means I gain, Where none can watch her, Anon. X ABSENCE BEUNG your what shout your desire EING your slave, what should I do but tend I have no precious time at all to spend Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour When you have bid your servant once adieu : Nor dare I question with my jealous thought So true a fool is love, that in your will, W. Shakespeare H XI OW like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me Or if they sing, 't is with so dull a cheer, |