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To cheer thy stomach from all woes :
thou wouldest not love me ! Greensleeves, &c.
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily. Thy music, still to play and sing :
And yet thou wouldest not love me ! Greensleeves, &c.
And who did pay for all this gear,
That thou did spend when pleased thee? Even I that am rejected here,
And thou disdainest to love me ! Greensleeves, &c.
Well! I will pray to God on high,
That thou my constancy mayst see, And that, yet once before I die,
Thou wilt youchsafe to love me! Greensleeves, &c.
Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu !
thee! For I am still thy lover true :
Come once again and love me ! Greensleeves, &c.
A Warning for Wooers that they be not over hasty,
nor deceived with Women's Beauty.
WHERE Cupid's fort hath made a way,
advice doth bear no sway.
Like all ; love none;
First try, then trust;
Some love for wealth, and some for hue,
Of grass com'th hay;
Of ripe com'th rotten;
Some lov’th too high, and some too low;
And some do love the common sort,
Look not too high,
But, high or low,
be sure she is a shrew.
But, sirs, I use to tell no tales;
say That every woman causeth wo:
That were too broad : Who lov'th not venom must shun the toad.
Who useth still the truth to tell
Thousands were good;
Most are well bent; I must say so, lest I be shent.
The Herdman's Happy Life. *
[From “ Sonets and Pastorales” included in “ Psalmes,
“ Sonets, and Songs of Sadnes and Pietie, made into “ musicke of five partes.” By W. Byrd, 1588.]
What pleasure have great princes
More dainty to their choice
In quiet life rejoice,
All day their flocks each tendeth,
At night they take their rest;
His ship into the east,
For lawyers and their pleading,
They 'steem it not a straw;
Is of itself a law :
* This title is from England's Helicon, in which the poem is said to be taken “out of M. Bird's Set Songs.” 1 " Fate not fearing
Ing. Hel. VOL. II.
Where conscience judgeth plainly,
O happy who thus liveth,
Not caring much for gold;
To keep him from the cold.
[At an annual Triumph, beld in honour of Queen Elizabeth,
Nov. 17, 1590, in the Tilt-yard, Westminster, the following verses were “ pronounced and sung by M. Hales, her “ Majesty's servant, a gentleman in that art excellent, and “ for his voice both commendable and admirable.” Segar's “ Honor, Military and Civill," 1602. fol. c. 54. p. 198.]
My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd,
(Oh time too swift, and swiftness never ceasing !) My youth 'gainst age, and age at youth hath
spurn'd, But spurn'd in vain : youth waneth by increa
sing. Beauty, and strength, and youth, flowers fading been, Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
My helmet now shall make an hive for bees,
And lovers' songs shall turn to holy psalms :