But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold, And pinn'd it with a silver pin. O! O! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee ; And I myself were dead and gane, Since a maid again I'll never be ! PHILLADA. O, what a pain is love! She so torments my mind, That my strength faileth, All the fair yesterday And would not spy me; I woo'd her for to dine, But could not get her; Fair Maid! be not so coy, Do not disdain me! I am my mother's joy : Sweet! entertain me! A pair of mattrass beds, She hath a clout of mine, Wrought with blue coventry, Which she keeps for a sign To Tib, my t'other wench, And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part: Thou shalt eat crudded cream Whig and whey whilst thou lust, Pie-lid and pastry crust, Pears, plums, and cherries; Thy raiment shall be thin, Fair maiden! have a care, And in time take me! If you forsake me : For Doll the dairy maid Laugh'd at me lately, Favours me greatly. One throws milk on my clothes, I can not work nor sleep Love wounds my heart so deep, I 'gin to pine away In my Love's shadow, Penn'd in a meadow. I shall be dead, I fear, BEAUTY BATHING. Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her : The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye, Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell But even as babes in dreams do smile, IMPORTUNE ME NO MORE! When I was fair and young, and favour graced me, Of many was I sought, their Mistress for to be: But I did scorn them all; and answer'd them therefore- Importune me no more! How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe, Importune me no more! Then spake fair Venus for that fair victorious Boy, Importune me no more!" When she had said these words, such change grew in my breast That neither night nor day since that I could take any rest: Then lo! I did repent that I had said before Go! go! go seek some otherwhere! Importune me no more! WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616. ARIEL'S SONGS. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands! Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist Foot it featly here and there! And, sweet Sprites! the burden bear! Hark! hark! I hear The strain of strutting Chanticleer : Full fathom five thy father lies: Ding-dong! Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong bell! Where the bee sucks, there lurk I; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry ; On the bat's back I do fly, After sunset, merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough! |