"WHEN DAFFODILS BEGIN TO PEER" WHEN daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? If tinkers may have leave to live, William Shakespeare "ORPHEUS WITH HIS LUTE" ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. William Shakespeare "HARK, HARK! THE LARK" HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Arise, arise. William Shakespeare "NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE" NOW winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masks, and courtly sights, Sleep's leaden spells remove. This time doth well dispense Some poems smoothly read. The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. Thomas Campion HAYMAKERS, RAKERS, REAPERS AND MOWERS HAYMAKERS, rakers, reapers and mowers, Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, The sun does bravely shine Comes every girl. This is mine, this is mine, this is mine. Let us die ere away they be borne. Bow to our Sun, to our Queen, and that fair one Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, With country glee, Will teach the woods to resound, Their bleating dams 'Mongst kids shall trip it round; Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly, Spring up, you falconers, partridges freely, Horses amain, Over ridge, over plain, |