His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha' mercy on his soul ! II Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me! -Her boat hath a leak, And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee! III Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? Thy sheep be in the corn; And for one blast of thy minikin mouth, Thy sheep shall take no harm. E XLIII THE MISANTHROPE IMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond; Or a harlot, for her weeping; Or a dog, that seems a-sleeping; Or a keeper with my freedom; Or my friends, if I should need 'em. Amen. So fall to't : Rich men sin, and I eat root. XLIV NATURE AND MAN BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot : As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. |