XXIX.

ANON.

THE SHEPHERD'S SONG.

HILE that the sun with his beams hot

WH

Scorched 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 played 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;
And evermore you sobbed and sighed
Burning in flames beyond all measure :

Three days endured your love to me,
And it was lost in other three!

Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love;
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Another shepherd you did see

To whom your heart was soon enchained;

Full soon your love was leapt from me,
Full soon my place he had obtained.

Soon came a third, your love to win, And we were out and he was in. Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

Sure you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had

To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love was past and done

:

Two days before it was begun :Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.

XXX.

WILLIAM SHAKSPERE,

1564-1616.

BALTHAZAR'S SONG.

'IGH no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey nonny, nonny.

XXXI.

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FAIRIES' SONG.

YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;

Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;

Come not near our fairy queen.

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm,

Nor spell nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;

So, good night, with lullaby.

Weaving spiders, come not here ;

Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!

Beetles black, approach not near;

Worm nor snail, do no offence.

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:

Never harm,

Nor spell nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.

XXXII.

SONG.

ELL me where is fancy bred,

TELL

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?

Reply, reply.

It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy's knell:
I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell.

Ding dong, bell.

XXXIII.

W

ARIEL'S SONG.

HERE 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.