SIT DORON IT DOWN, CARMELA! here are cobs for kings, Sit down, Carmela ! let me kiss thy toes! CARMELA Ah, Doron! ah, my heart! thou art as white The lines within thy face are deep and clear, Ah, leave my toes, and kiss my lips, my Love! DORON Carmela dear! even as the golden ball Thy lips resemble two cucumbers fair; CARMELA Doron what thing doth move this wishing grief? DORON 'Tis Love, Carmela ! ah, 'tis cruel Love That, like a slave and caitiff villain thief, Hath cut my throat of joy for thy behove. Where was he born? CARMELA DORON I' faith I know not where : But I have heard much talking of his dart. What, do I love? O no, I do but talk ; CARMELA Even with this kiss, as once my father did, DORON Even with this garland made of hollyhocks CARMELA I thank you, Doron ! and will think on you ; INFIDA'S SONG WEET ADON! darest not glance thine eye SWEE N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Upon thy Venus that must die? Je vous en priè, pity me! See how sad thy Venus lies, N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Love in heart and tears in eyes: N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel! N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami ! " Thy face is fair as Paphos' brooks – Wherein Fancy baits her hooks: N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Thy cheeks like cherries that do growN'oserez-vous? mon bel ami ! Amongst the western mounts of snow : Je vous en priè, pity me! N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel! N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Thy lips vermilion full of love, N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Thy neck as silver-white as dove : Thine eyes like flames of holy fires Burn all my thoughts with sweet desires : All thy beauties sting my heart; N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Wilt thou let thy Venus die? N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! Adon were unkind, say I Je vous en priè, pity me! To let fair Venus die for woe N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami! That doth love sweet Adon so. MENAPHON'S ROUNDELAY WHEN tender ewes, brought home with evening sun, Wend to their folds, And to their holds The shepherds trudge when light of day is done, The Eagle, Jove's fair bird, did perch ; There resteth he: A little Fly his harbour then did search, And did presume, though others laugh'd thereat, The Eagle frown'd, and shook his royal wings, From thence to hie: Afraid, in haste the little creature flings; |