TO MISTRESS ISABEL PENNELL BY Saint Mary, my lady, The fragrant camamel, The columbine, the nepte, The ieloffer well set, Star of the morrow grey, Of womanhood the lure. It were an heavenly health, To hear this nightingale d year and good luck, h chuk, chuk, chuk, chuk. John Skelton "SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING" SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring. Cold doth not Sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo. The palm and may make country houses gay, The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Spring, the sweet Spring! Thomas Nashe THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me and be my Love, There will I make thee beds of roses A belt of straw and ivy buds Thy silver dishes for thy meat Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing Christopher Marlowe AUTOLYCUS' SONG LAWN as white as driven snow, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. William Shakespeare DESDEMONA'S SONG THE poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Sing willow, willow, willow; Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,I call'd my love false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow: If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men. William Shakespeare |