From SAMUEL DANIEL'S Tethys' EIDOLA. ARE they shadows that we see? And can shadows pleasure give? But these pleasures vanish fast Feed apace then, greedy eyes, Though you take it not to hold : When your eyes have done their part, Thought must length it in the heart. From SAMUEL DANIEL'S Hymen's NOW WHAT IS LOVE? LOVE is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing ; A plant that with most cutting grows, Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies ; Love is a torment of the mind, More we enjoy it, more it dies; EYES, HIDE MY LOVE. EYES, hide my love, and do not show To any but to her my notes, Who only doth that cipher know Wherewith we pass our secret thoughts: Belie your looks in others' sight, And wrong yourselves to do her right. From THOMAS DEKKER'S The THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY. THE month of May, the merry month of May, O, and then did I unto my true love say, Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale, But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo ; O, the month of May, the merry month of May, Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen G COLD'S TROLL THE BOWL! "OLD'S the wind, and wet's the rain, Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl, And here kind, &c. (as often as there be men to drink). At last, when all have drunk, this verse. Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, From THOMAS DEKKER'S The Pleasant Comedy of Old Fortunatus, 1600. FORTUNE SMILES. ORTUNE smiles, cry holyday! Dimples on her cheeks do dwell. Holyday with joy we cry, And bend, and bend, and merrily All. Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily! |