The dogs have the stag in chase: And sousing, kills with a grace! Now the deer falls; hark! how they ring. Thomas Dekker HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, State in wonted manner keep: Earth, let not thy envious shade Lay thy bow of pearl apart, Space to breathe, how short soever, Ben Jonson CHARM THE Owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad, The ant and the mole sit both in a hole, The moon it is red, and the stars are fled, The ditch is made, and our nails the spade, There lacks but the blood to make up the flood. Merrily, merrily, make him sail, A worm in his mouth and a thorn in his tail, With a whip in your hand, to make him go! Ben Jonson CUPID AND MY CAMPASPE PLAY'D CUPID and my Campaspe play'd Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); John Lyly "PACK, CLOUDS, AWAY" PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, To give my Love good-morrow Wake from thy nest, Robin-red-breast, Thomas Heywood |