57. Youth like summer brave, Age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, Age is lame; Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame. Youth, I do adore thee; O, my Love, my Love is young! O, sweet shepherd, hie thee! For methinks thou stay'st too long. ? by William Shakespeare Phyllida's Love-Call England's Helicon, 1600 Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon! shineth clear. Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon? Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee, Arise and keep thy flock with me! Cor. Phyllida, my true love, is it she? I come and keep my flock with thee. Phyl. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon; Cor. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one, Phyl. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, A pair of stockings white as milk. Cor. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, A bonnet to withstand the heat. Phyl. I will gather flowers, my Corydon, Cor. I will gather pears, my lovely one, Phyl. I will buy my true love garters gay, To wear about his legs so tall. Cor. I will buy my true love yellow say, To wear about her middle small. Phyl. When my Corydon sits on a hill Cor. When my lovely one goes to her wheel, Phyl. Sure methinks my true love doth excel Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. Phyl. Had my Corydon, my Corydon, Cor. Had my lovely one, my lovely one, say] soie, silk. 58. Phyl. Cynthia Endymion had refused, My Corydon to play withal. Cor. The Queen of Love had been excused My Phyllida the golden ball. Phyl. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon! Cor. Under yonder beech, my lovely one, Phyl. Say to her thy true love was not here; To-morrow is another day. Cor. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; A Pedlar John Dowland's Second Book of INE knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new, FINE Good pennyworths-but money cannot move: I keep a fair but for the Fair to view A beggar may be liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true, The heart is true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; It is a precious jewel to be plain; Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find : Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain! : Of me a grain ! 59. 60. Hey nonny no! HEY nonny no! Christ Church MS. Men are fools that wish to die! Is't not fine to dance and sing Is 't not fine to swim in wine, And sing hey nonny no! When the winds blow and the seas flow? Preparations Christ Church MS. YET if His Majesty, our sovereign lord, Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say 'I'll be your guest to-morrow night,' How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! Let no man idle stand! 'Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall; See they be fitted all; Let there be room to eat And order taken that there want no meat. The cushions in the chairs, And all the candles lighted on the stairs? Let each man give attendance in his place!' 61. Thus, if a king were coming, would we do; For 'tis a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, But at the coming of the King of Heaven We wallow in our sin, Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn. And, as at first, still lodge Him in the manger. The New Jerusalem Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde), 1601 HIERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, O happy harbour of the Saints! There lust and lucre cannot dwell. But pleasure every way. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy gates are of right orient pearl, |