XCVIII. JOHN MILTON, 1608-1674. SONG ON MAY MORNING. WOW the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Now Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May, that dost inspire Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. XCIX. THE LADY'S SONG. WEET Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen SWEE Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale, Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: That likest thy Narcissus are? O! if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere, And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies. C. WHY ORSAMES' SONG. SIR JOHN SUCKLING, 1609-1641. HY so pale and wan, fond lover? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her ! CI. H SONG. ONEST lover whosoever, If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought, if thy flame Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when she appears i' the room Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover Dost not speak thy words twice over, Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If fondly thou dost not mistake, Persuad'st thyself that jests are broken When she hath little or nothing spoken, Know this, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thou appear'st to be within Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If when thy stomach calls to eat Dost not rise hungry from the place, Thou lovest amiss, And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, |