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The cuckoo then on every tree
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread and rooks and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks; The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings heCuckoo ! Cuckoo! cuckoo!-0 word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
A Song. WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marion's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Men were deceivers ever;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
ARIEL'S SONG. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry; On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily; Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
SHAKSPEARE. VOL. III.
That so sweetly were forsworn;
Lights that do mislead the morn:
Which thy frozen bosom bears;
Are of those that April wears: But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee!
SONG. TO CELIA. DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
And I'll not look for wine.
Doth ask a drink divine,
I would not change for thine.
Not so much honouring thee,
It could not wither'd be;
And sent'st it back to me;
Not of itself, but thee. BEN JONSON,
SONG. WHENCE comes my love ?--Oh, heart, disclose! "Twas from cheeks that shame the rose ; From lips that spoil the ruby's praise ; From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my woe, as freely own;Ah me! 'twas from a heart like stone. The blushing cheek speaks modest mind; The lips befitting words most kind; The eye does tempt to love's desire, And seems to say 'tis Cupid's fire : Yet all so fair but speak my moan, Sith nought doth say the heart of stone. Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek,
Yet not a heart to save my pain?
Love like a beggar came to me,
With hose and doublet torn,
With hat and shoes outworn.
And meat too, for his need;
He wish'd me all good speed.
In faith I know not how !
And am tormented now.
Then crept into my heart;
Bip me to live, and I will live
Thy protestant to be;
A loving heart to thee: