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This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that life was but a flower
In spring time, etc.
And therefore take the present time, 15
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, etc.
From TWELFTH NIGHT O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers meeting,
5 Every wise man's son doth know.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: 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: 10 The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;4 Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee! 20 Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
What's to come is still unsure:
From MEASURE FOR MEASURE
That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; 5 Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
From THE TEMPEST
And then take hands;
The wild waves whist, 2 eyes. d cup-shaped. thunderbolt. shushed.
Foot it featlyl here and there, 5 But when she doth of mourning speak, 5
And as her lute doth live or die,
Led by her passion, so must I:
For when of pleasure she doth sing,
My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring; 10 Hark, hark! I hear
But if she doth of sorrow speak, The strain of strutting chanticleer E’en from my heart the strings do break. Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
WHEN THOU MUST HOME Full fathom five thy father lies:
When thou must home to shades of underOf his bones are coral made;
ground, Those are pearls that were his eyes; And there arrived, a new admired guest, Nothing of him that doth fade
The beauteous spirits do engirt thee But doth suffer a sea-change
I round, Into something rich and strange.
| White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
To hear the stories of thy finished love 5
Ding-dong! From that smooth tongue whose music Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, hell can move; bell!
Then wilt thou speak of banqueting de
lights, Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
Of masques and revels which sweet youth In a cowslip's bell I lie;
did make, There I couch when owls do cry;
Of journeys and great challenges of On the bat's back I do fly
knights, After summer merrily.
5 And all these triumphs for thy beauty's Merrily, merrily shall I live now
10 Under the blossom that hangs on the
When thou hast told these honors done to bough.
Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder ANONYMOUS
COME, CHEERFUL DAY
Come, cheerful day, part of my life to Is't not fine to dance and sing
me; When the bells of death do ring?
For while thou view'st me with thy Is't not fine to swim in wine,
fading light, And turn upon the toe,
Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And sing hey nonny no,
And I still onward haste to my last When the winds blow and the seas flow?
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly: 5
THOMAS CAMPION (1667-1620)
OF CORINNA'S SINGING
But Oye nights, ordained for barren
rest, How are my days deprived of life in you When heavy sleep my soul hath dispossest, By feignèd death life sweetly to renew!
10 Part of my life in that, you life deny: So every day we live, a day we die.
There is a garden in her face
THOMAS DEKKER (1672?-p. 1632) Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place,
O SWEET CONTENT Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow, which none may | Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbuy
bers? Till “Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry. O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? Those cherries fairly do enclose
O punishment! Of orient pearl a double row,
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed Which when her lovely laughter shows, 9 To add to golden numbers golden numThey look like rosebuds filled with snow; bers? Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content!
| Work apace, apace, apace, apace;
Honest labor bears a lovely face, Her eyes like angels watch them still; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threatening with piercing frowns to kill 15 Canst drink the waters of the crispèd? All that attempt, with eye or hand,
spring? Those sacred cherries to come nigh
O sweet content! Till “ Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry. I
Which, in his height of pride,
To the King sending;
Well it thine age became, O noble Erpingham,
3 the command to send a ransom. 5 advance guard.
o main host.
4 resolution. 7 so that.
? the French general.