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APPENDIX.

See page 6.

The copy here given of Marlowe's Song, is printed from England's Helicon, 1600; the letters W. E. P. & R., specify the variations as printed by Isaak Walton, George Ellis, Bishop Percy, and Ritson.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.

Come live with me, and be my
love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That vallies, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or steepie mountaines yields.

And we will sit vpon the rockes,
Seeing the shepheards feede their flockes §
By shallow riuers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings || madrigalls.

That hills and valleys, dale and field,

And all the craggy mountains yield.-ELLIS and PERCY.

That vallies, groves or hills and fields,

And all the steepy mountain yields.-RITSON.

That valleys, groves, or hills or field,

Or woods, and steepy mountains yield.-WALTON.

There, E. & P. Where, Walton.

§ Our, W.

And see, E. & P. & W.

Sing, R. E. & P.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant poesies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Imbroydered all with leaves of mirtle.

A gowne made of the finest wooll,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Faire lined slippers‡ for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and iuie buds,
With corall clasps and amber studs.
And if these pleasures may thee moue,
Come § live with me and be my loue.]}

The Shepheard swaines shall dance and sing
For thy delights each May-morning;
If these delights thy mind may moue,
Then liue with me and be my loue.

FINIS.

CHR. MARLOW.

*There will I, E. & P.

"there" a thousand.

Then, E. & P.

Slippers lined choicely, E. & P. & W. Here Isaak Walton adds this stanza :

Thy silver dishes for thy meat,

As precious as the Gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be,

Prepar'd each day for thee and me.

Delight, R. E. P. & W.

THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD.

FROM" ENGLAND'S HELICON," 1600.

If all the world and loue were young,
And truth in every Shepheards tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me moue
To live with thee and be thy loue.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
The riuers rage and rockes grow cold,
And Philomell becometh dombe
The rest § complaines of cares to come.
The flowers doe fade and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yeelds
A hony tongue a heart of gall,
Is fancies spring, but sorrowes fall.

Thy gownes, thy shooes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle and thy posies,

Soone break, soone wither, soone forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw, and iuie buds,
Thy corall clasps, and amber studs,

All these in me no meanes can moue
To come to thee, and be thy loue. ||

*If that, P. † But time drives flocks from field to fold, W. & P. + Then, W. And age, W. And all complain, P. Here Isaak Walton adds this verse:

VOL. I.

What should we talk of dainties then,
Of better meat than's fit for men?
These are but vain: that's only good
Which God hath blest, and sent for food.

U

But could youth last, and love still breede,
Had joyes no date, had* age no mede,
Then those delights my mind might moue,
To live with thee and be thy loue.

The idea of Herrick's beautiful Song "To the Virgins to make much of Time," the Editor has stated is taken from Spenser. Since then he has found that the hint may have been just as likely taken from the following passage in Tasso's Jerusalem, thus translated by Fairfax.

The joyous birds, hid under green-wood shade,
Sung merry notes on every branch and bough,
The wind, that in the leaves and waters play'd,
With murmurs sweet now sung, and whistled now:
Ceased the birds, the wind loud answer made,
And while they sung, it rumbled soft and low;
Thus, were it hap or cunning, chance or art,
The wind in this strange music bore it's part.

'A wondrous bird with party coloured plumes,' sung this love lay:

The gentle budding rose, quoth she, behold,
That first scant peeping forth with virgin beams,
Half ope, half shut, her beauties doth unfold
In it's fair leaves, and, less seen, fairer seems,

* Nor. W.