THOMAS LODGE, 1557?-1625? CORIDON'S SONG. From "Rosalynde: Euphues Golden Legacie, by T. L. Gent. London, 1592." It was this Pastoral Romance that afforded Shakspere the hints for his exquisite Comedy of "As You Like It." AB BLITHE and bonny country-lass, Sate sighing on the tender grass, And weeping said: Will none come woo me? A smicker boy, a lither swain, Heigh ho, a smicker swain; That in his love was wanton fain, With smiling looks straight came unto her. When as the wanton wench espied, Heigh ho, when she espied The means to make herself a bride, She simpered smooth like bonny-bell. The swain that saw her squint-eyed kind, His arms about her body twined, And said: Fair lass, how fare ye, well? The country kit said: Well, forsooth, But that I have a longing tooth, A longing tooth that makes me cry; Alas (said he), what gars thy grief? Heigh ho, what gars thy grief ? A wound (quoth she) without relief, I fear a maid that I shall die. If that be all, the Shepherd said, And 'fore god Pan did plight their troth, And God send every pretty peate, So kind a friend to help at last: When they find ease for such a pain, THE SHEPHERD'S DAFFODIL. MICHAEL DRAYTON, 1563-1631. The following stanzas, by Michael Drayton, are BATTE. G ORBO as thou cam'st this way Or as thou through the fields did'st stray, She's in a frock of Lincoln green, Which colour likes her sight, Than roses richer to behold That trim up lovers' bowers, GORBO.-Thou well describ'st the Daffodil; Since by the spring near yonder hill BATTE.-Yet my fair flower thou did'st not meet And yet my Daffodil 's more sweet GORBO.I saw a shepherd that does keep Was making (as he fed his sheep) BATTE.-Yet, Gorbo, thou delud'st me still; Is worn of none but me. To show itself but near her feet No lily is so bold, Except to shade her from the heat GORBO.-Through yonder vale as I did pass, Whose presence as along she went The pretty flowers did greet, As though their heads they downward bent |