Answer. "Tis not to be chaste, nor fair, To preserve an honest name, CUPID'S REVENGE. SACRIFICE TO CUPID. COME, my children, let your feet In an even measure meet, And your cheerful voices rise, To great Cupid, in whose name, Young men, take your loves and kiss; Thus our Cupid honored is; Kiss again, and in your kissing Let no promises be missing; Nor let any maiden here Dare to turn away her ear But give bracelet, ring, or glove, Of an after secret meeting. Now, boy, sing, to stick our hearts * This solution of the question is to be found in the Wife of Bath's Tale, and, doubtless, was a common saw from time immemorial. But Chaucer spares the ladies the ungallant commentary with which the song closes. THE DRAMATISTS. 11 LOVERS REJOICE! LOVERS, rejoice! your pains shall be rewarded, The god of love himself grieves at your crying; No more shall frozen honor be regarded, Nor the coy faces of a maid denying. No more shall virgins sigh, and say 'We dare not, Lovers, rejoice! what you shall say henceforth, No more faint-hearted girls shall dream of harms, Then, wise men, pull your roses yet unblown; CU PRAYER TO CUPID. UPID, pardon what is past, Troths at fifteen we will plight, With the youths that have desire. Bracelets of our lovers' hair, Which they on our arms shall twist, With their names carved, on our wrist; We in tokens will bestow; * Own-possess. * And learn to write that, when 'tis sent, THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN.* ROSES, A BRIDAL SONG. OSES, their sharp spines being gone, Maiden-pinks, of odour faint, Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Oxlips in their cradles growing, All, dear Nature's children sweet, Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious, or bird fair, Be absent hence! The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor *Stated in the first 4to edition, 1634, to be the joint production of Fletcher and Shakespeare. + In the old editions, this line runs― sense. 'The boding raven, nor clough he;' Mr. Seward altered it as above, to respond to the rhyme and the There is some difficulty in accepting the original reading. Clough means a break or valley in the side of a hill, and the poet is Nor chattering pie, May on our bride-house perch or sing, THE DIRGE OF THE THREE KINGS. TRNS and odours bring away! URN Vapours, sighs, darken the day! And clamours through the wild air flying! Come, all sad and solemn shows, THE JAILOR'S DAUGHTER. FOR I'll cut my green coat, a foot above my knee; And I'll clip my yellow locks, an inch below mine He's buy me a white cut, forth for to ride, [eye. And I'll go seek him through the world that is so wide: Hey, nonny, nonny, nonny. THE WOMAN-HATER. INVOCATION TO SLEEP. COME, Sleep, and, with thy sweet deceiving, Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my powers of care bereaving! here enumerating the birds that are not to be permitted to perch or sing on the bride-house. Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Are contented with a thought, THE NICE VALOUR; OR, THE PASSIONATE MADMAN.* LOVE, SHOOT MORE! THOU deity, swift-wingèd Love, From whence thou strikest the fond and wise; Did all the shafts in thy fair quiver Stick fast in my ambitious liver, Yet thy power would I adore, And call upon thee to shoot more, LOVE, SHOOT NO MAID AGAIN! OH, turn thy bow! Thy power we feel and know; Bring ladies all their sorrows; And 'till there be more truth in men, Never shoot at maid again! *Ascribed to Fletcher. |