Your dainty voice and warbling breath When life is done where shall I go! [From a MS. copy of Poems by William Browne, author of Britannia's Pastorals contained among the Lansdown papers. This song is found at the end of the volume among some pieces by Raleigh, Wotton and others. It has the signature Wm. Ste. It is also found in a little volume called Westminster Drollery, published in 1672, without any name.] DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST. JAMES SHIRLEY. Born 1596-Died 1666. The glories of our blood* and state Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, * Percy reads "birth." The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: All heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. [This fine song is found in "The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses, for the armour of Achilles," 1659. Shirley's Plays and Poems have been lately reprinted with notes by Mr. Gifford, and an account of his Life by Mr. Dyce. Dr. Percy gave to the last line, what Ritson calls one of his "brilliant touches," by altering the word "their" to "the," certainly an improvement.] THE SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY. JAMES SHIRLEY. Woodmen, shepherds, come away, Throw off cares, With your heaven-aspiring airs While valleys with your echoes ring. Nymphs that dwell within these groves, Leave your arbours, bring your loves, Gather posies, Crown your golden hair with roses; As you pass, Foot like fairies on the grass. Joy crown our bowers! Philomel As they at Thracian lyre did once : This is the shepherd's holiday. [From "Love Tricks or the School of Complement," 1631.] WHY DO YOU DWELL. JAMES SHIRLEY. Why do you dwell so long in clouds, Or not behave yourselves like spies On even terms go meet their eyes, You tread dull measures thus alone, Not satisfy delight; Go kiss their hands, and make your own With every touch more white. [Found in Shirley's masque of "The Triumph of Peace," and sung while the masquers are in "their revels with the ladies."] LOVE FLIES AWAY. THOMAS MAY. Born about 1596-Died 1652. Dear, do not you fair beauty wrong, Your cherry lip, red, soft and sweet, [From "The Old Couple," 1658. 4to.] DISDAIN RETURNED. THOMAS CAREW. Born about 1600-Died about 1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and stedfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win Can disdain as much as thou. Some power in my revenge convey, [From "Poemes by Thomas Carew, Esq. one of the gentlemen of the Privie-chamber, and sewer in ordinary to his Majesty (Charles I.) Lond. 1640." Carew is a very elegant writer-though not so much admired as he deserves. Mr. Campbell in his Specimens of the Poets after printing this very pretty song as Carew's-some hundred pages after strangely enough inserts it as an anonymous piece from "Lawes' Ayres and Dialogues, 1653." See Campbell's Specimens, vol. 3, p. 192, and Ib. p. 404.] ASK ME NO MORE. THOMAS CAREW. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, |