Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, 7 Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? And Death once dead, there's no SONGS FROM THE PLAYS FROM LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST When icicles hang by the wall, more And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped and ways be foul, 5 Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who!' a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 6 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 moe Of dumps so dull and heavy! The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leafy: Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny! 5 ΤΟ 15 5 10 Fear no more the frown o' th' great; Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! 5 Thus with many a pretty oath, N. BRETON AS IT FELL UPON A DAY As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade, Which a group of myrtles made, Beasts did leap and birds did sing, Trees did grow and plants did spring, Save the nightingale alone; She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, All thy friends are lapped in lead; TO COLIN CLOUT Beauty sat bathing in a spring, IGNOTO Where fairest shades did hide her: The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye, But better memory said, fie: So, vain desire was chidden. Hey nonny, nonny, etc. Into a slumber then I fell, When fond Imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell, Her feature or her fashion. But even as babes in dreams do smile, 20 25 10 15 20 25 10 15 This pleasant lily white, These sunbeams in mine eye, EARL OF OXFORD THE HERDMAN'S HAPPY LIFE What pleasure have great princes More dainty to their choice They never know how spiteful On favorite presumptuous, Whose pride is vain and sumptuous. All day their flocks each tendeth, At night they take their rest, More quiet than who sendeth His ship into the east, Where gold and pearl are plenty, For lawyers and their pleading, Where conscience judgeth plainly, Not caring much for gold; To keep him from the cold. Though poor and plain his diet, Yet merry it is and quiet. OUT OF MR. BIRD'S SET SONGS A NYMPH'S DISDAIN OF LOVE 'Hey, down, a down!' did Dian sing, Amongst her virgins sitting; 'Than love there is no vainer thing, For maidens most unfitting.' 40 10 15 20 Men's feigning guiles they did not know, The ground of their disease. Unborn was false suspect, No thought of jealousy; From wanton toys and fond affect, 25 30 6 10 |