Go tell her through your chirping bills To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden; Go tune your voices' harmony, O fly, make haste, see, see, she falls That, waking, she may wonder; Say to her, 'tis her lover true That sendeth love to you, to you; And when you hear her kind reply, SONG 1 HOLD back thy hours, dark Night! till we have done : The Day will come too soon Young maids will curse thee if thou steal'st away 1 From "The Maid's Tragedy," I., 2. And leav'st their losses open to the day. Stay! stay, and hide The blushes of the bride. Stay, gentle Night! and with thy darkness cover Stay, and confound her tears and her shrill cryings, Stay, and hide all; But help not, though she call. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER ASPATIA'S SONG1 LAY a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; My Love was false, but I was firm Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth. JOHN FLETCHER BEAUTY CLEAR AND FAIR 2 BEAUTY clear and fair,– the air Rather like a perfume dwells, Where the violet and the rose 1 From "The Maid's Tragedy," II., I. Where to live near, And planted there, Is to live, and still live new ; More than light, perpetual bliss ;- Dear again, back recall A stranger to himself and all ; BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER REQUIEM 1 OH fair sweet face, oh eyes celestial bright, Twin stars in Heaven, that now adorn the night; Oh fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow, And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow; Oh thou from head to foot divinely fair, Cupid's most cunning nets made of that hair, And as he weaves himself for curious eyes ; Oh me, Oh me, I am caught myself, he cries: Sweet rest about thee sweet and golden sleep, Soft peaceful thoughts, your hourly watches keep, Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice, To beauty sacred, and those Angel-eyes. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 1 From "Woman Pleased," III., 4. SONG 1 TAKE, oh take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, But my Hide, oh hide those hills of Snow, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER NOW THE LUSTY SPRING 2 Now OW the lusty Spring is seen, Lillies whiter than the snow, 1 The first stanza is admittedly by Shakespeare. From "The Bloody Brother," V., 2. 2 From "The Tragedy of Valentinian,” III., 4. Every Woman, every Maid, And inviting men to taste, Ladies, if not pluckt we dye. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER HEAR YE LADIES1 HEAR ye Ladies that despise What the mighty Love has done, Fear examples, and be wise, Fair Calisto was a Nun, Læda sailing on the stream, To deceive the hopes of man, Hear ye Ladies that are coy, What the mighty Love can do, Fear the fierceness of the Boy, The chaste Moon he makes to woo : Vesta kindling holy fires, Circled round about with spies, Never dreaming loose desires, Doting at the Altar dies. Ilion in a short hour higher He can build, and once more fire. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 1 From "The Tragedy of Valentinian," II., 4. |