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The homely house that harbors quiet rest; The cottage that affords no pride nor care; The mean that 'grees with country music best; The sweet consort1 of mirth and music's fare; 10 Obscured life sets down a type of bliss: A mind content both crown and kingdom is.
SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee,
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for
When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
THOMAS LODGE (1658?-1625)
Love in my bosom like a bee
Doth suck his sweet;
Now with his feet.
Ah, wanton, will ye?
And if I sleep, then percheth he, 10
With pretty flight,
The livelong night.
Whist,2 wanton, still ye!
Else I with roses every day
Will whip you hence, 20 And bind you, when you long to play,
For your offence. I'll shut my eyes to keep you in, I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin. 25 Alas! what hereby shall I win
If he gainsay me?
What if I beat the wanton boy
With many a rod?
Because a god.
Spare not, but play thee!
35CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE (1664-1593)
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountains, yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks, 5 Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
And I will make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
THOMAS NASH (1667-1601) LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE
Adieu, farewell, earth's bliss,
Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Beauty is but a flower,
1 foolish.ISStrength stoops unto the grave;
Wit with his wantonness,
Haste therefore each degree
SIR WALTER RALEIGH (1662P-1618)
Give me my scallop-shell2 of quiet,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage ;3 5
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Blood must be my body's balmer;
No other balm will there be given;
Travelleth towards the land of heaven,
Then by that happy blissful day
More peaceful pilgrims I shall see, 20
That have cast off their rags of clay,
1 badge of a pilgrim. 'pledge.
I'll take them first,
To quench their thirst And taste of nectar suckets1 25
At those clear wells
Where sweetness dwells,
And when our bottles and all we
From thence to Heaven's bribeless hall, Where no corrupted voices brawl; 36 No conscience molten into gold; No forged accuser bought or sold; No cause deferred, no vain-spent journey, For there Christ is the King's Attorney, 40 Who pleads for all, without degrees, And he hath angels but no fees.
And when the grand twelve million jury Of our sins, with direful fury, Against our souls black verdicts give, 45 Christ pleads his death; and then we live.
Be Thou my speaker, taintless Pleader! Unblotted Lawyer! true Proceeder! Thou giv'st salvation, even for alms, Not with a bribed lawyer's palms. 50
And this is mine eternal plea To Him that made heaven and earth and sea: That, since my flesh must die so soon, And want a head to dine next noon, Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread, 55 Set on my soul an everlasting head!
Then am I ready, like a palmer fit, To tread those blest paths, which before I writ.
Even such is time, that takes in trust
And pays us but with earth and dust;
When we have wandered all our
ROBERT SOUTHWELL (1561?-! THE BURNING BABE
As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which
made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what
fire was near, A pretty babe, all burning bright, di
the air appear, Who, scorched with excessive heat, such
floods of tears did shed, As though his floods should quench
flames which with his tears were "Alas!" quoth he, "but newly borr
fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their heart
feel my fire but I! My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel,
wounding thorns; Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the
ashes, shame and scorns; The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy
blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are
men's defiled souls; For which, as now on fire I am to work
them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them:
my blood." With this he vanished out of sight, and
swiftly shrunk away, 15 And straight I called unto mind that it
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1664-1616)
When icicles hang by the wall,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul, 5
A merry note,
When all aloud the wind doth blow, 10
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
A merry note,
From Two Gentlemen Of Verona
Who is Silvia? what is she,
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
That she might admired be. 5
Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
To help him of his blindness,
Then to Silvia let us sing
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
From A Midsummer Night's 'dream
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere, 5
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see: 10
Those be rubies, fairy favors,
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
1 cool by stirring. t apples.Front The Merchant Of Venice
Tell me where is fancy3 bred,
It is engendered in the eyes,
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
I'll begin it,—Ding-dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.
From As You Like It
Under the greenwood tree
Who doth ambition shun
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky!
Though thou the waters warp,1
As friend remembered not.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! etc.
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;5 Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, etc. 10
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower
And therefore take the present time, 15
For love is crowned with the prime
From Twelfth Night
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
That can sing both high and low:
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
What's to come is still unsure:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
From Measure For Measure
Take, O, take those lips away,
And those eyes, the break of day,
But my kisses bring again, bring again; 5
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
1 transform.From Antony And Cleopa
Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gat
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
On chalked3 flowers that lies;
To ope their golden eyes;
My lady sweet, arise!
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Fear not slander, censure rash;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
From The Tempest
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;
The wild waves whist,6
1 eyes. 'cup-shaped. 1thundtrboll. 'hushed.