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From The pleasant Comedy of
Patient Grissell,1 1603.

O, SWEET CONTENT!

RT thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O, sweet content!

Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?
O, punishment !

Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed
To add to golden numbers golden numbers?
O, sweet content! O, sweet, &c.

Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
Honest labour bears a lovely face;

Then hey noney, noney, hey noney, noney!

Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
O, sweet content!

Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears?

O, punishment!

Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king!

O, sweet content! &c.

Work apace, apace, &c.

1 By Dekker, Chettle, and Haughton. Doubtless the songs are by Dekker.

LULLABY.

GOLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles awake you when you rise.

Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby :
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

Care is heavy, therefore sleep you;
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby :

Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

BEAUTY, ARISE!

EAUTY, arise, show forth thy glorious shining;

BEA

Thine eyes feed love, for them he standeth pining;

Honour and youth attend to do their duty

To thee, their only sovereign beauty.

Beauty, arise, whilst we, thy servants, sing
Io to Hymen, wedlock's jocund king.
Io to Hymen, Io, Io, sing,

Of wedlock, love, and youth, is Hymen king.

Beauty, arise, thy glorious lights display, Whilst we sing Io, glad to see this day. lo, Io, to Hymen, Io, Io, sing,

Of wedlock, love, and youth, is Hymen king.

L'

From FORD and DEKKER'S The
Sun's Darling, 1656.1

THE INVITATION.

IVE with me still, and all the measures
Played to by the spheres I'll teach thee;

Let's but thus dally, all the pleasures

The moon beholds, her man shall reach thee.

Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover,
And see fields of armies fighting:
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover
There all but [?] books of fancy's writing.

Be but my darling, age to free thee

From her curse, shall fall a-dying; Call me thy 2 empress, Time to see thee

Shall forget his art of flying.

1 Licensed in March, 1623-4. The songs are doubtless by Dekker.

2 Old ed. "their."

COUNTRY GLEE.

HAYMAKERS, rakers, reapers, and mowers,

on your Summer-queen;

Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, Daffodils strew the green;

Sing, dance, and play,

'Tis holiday;

The sun does bravely shine

On our ears of corn.

Rich as a pearl

Comes every girl,

This is mine, this is mine, this is mine;

Let us die, ere away they be borne.

Bow to the Sun, to our queen, and that fair one

Come to behold our sports:

Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one,
As those in a prince's courts.

These and we

With country glee,

Will teach the woods to resound,

And the hills with echoes hollow:
Skipping lambs

Their bleating dams,

'Mongst kids shall trip it round; For joy thus our wenches we follow.

Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly,

Hounds make a lusty cry;

Spring up, you falconers, the partridges freely,

Then let your brave hawks fly.
Horses amain,

Over ridge, over plain,

The dogs have the stag in chase:
'Tis a sport to content a king.

So ho ho! through the skies
How the proud bird flies,

And sousing1kills with a grace!
Now the deer falls; hark, how they ring!

CAST AWAY CARE!

AST away care! he that loves sorrow

CA

Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow;

Money is trash; and he that will spend it,
Let him drink merrily, Fortune will send it.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho!

Play it off stiffly, we may not part so.

Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too,
Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too;
Quickens the wit, and makes the back able,
Scorns to submit to the watch or constable.

Merrily, &c.

Pots fly about, give us more liquor,

Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker;
Empty the cask; score up, we care not;

Fill all the pots again; drink on and spare not.

Merrily, &c.

1 Swooping down on its prey.