ANONYMOUS PIECES FROM ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES A CRADLE SONG The Arbor of Amorous COME little babe, come silly soule, And to thy selfe vnhappie chiefe ; Sing Lullabie and lap it warme, Devices, 1597 Poore soule that thinkes no creature harme. Thou little thinkst and lesse doost knowe, Thou wantst the wit to waile her woe, And I my selfe am all alone : Why doost thou weepe? why doost thou waile ? And knowest not yet what thou doost ayle. Come, little wretch, ah silly heart, Twas I, I say, against my will, And doest thou smile oh thy sweete face, But come to mother babe and play, dole] grief, sorrow. lap] to fold, wrap up. Sweet boy if it by fortune chance, Tell how by loue she purchast blame. A Lamb in towne thou shalt him finde : His glancing lookes if he once smile, I that can doe nought else but weepe, God blesse my babe and lullabie, MADRIGAL Davison's Poeticall Rapsodie, 1602 In praise of two. FAUSTINA hath the fairer face, PHILLIDA'S LOVE-CALL England's Helicon, 1600 Phillida. CORIDON, arise, my Coridon, Coridon. Who is it that calleth Coridon, Phil. Phillida thy true-Loue calleth thee, arise then, arise then ; arise and keepe thy Flock with me: Cor. Phillida my true-Loue, is it she? I come and keepe my flocke with thee. Phil. Here are cherries ripe my Coridon, eate them for my sake: Cor. Here's my Oaten pipe my louely one, sport for thee to make. sith] since. Phil. Here are threds my true-Loue, fine as silke, to knit thee, to knit thee a paire of stockings white as milke. Cor. Here are Reedes my true-Loue, fine and neate, to make thee, to make thee, a bonnet to with stand the heate. Phil. I will gather flowers my to set in thy Cap: Coridon, Cor. I will gather Peares my louely one, Phil. I will buy my true-Loue Garters gay, to weare about his legges so tall: Cor. I will buy my true-Loue yellow Say, for Sundayes, for Sundayes, to weare about her middle small. Phil. When my Coridon sits on a hill, Cor. When my louely one goes to her wheele, Phil. Sure me thinks my true-Loue doth excell our Pan, that old Arcadian Knight: Cor. And me thinks my true-Loue beares the bell for clearenesse, for clearenesse, beyond the Nimphs that be so bright. Phil. Had my Coridon, my Coridon, been (alack) her swaine : Cor. Had my louely one, my louely one, beene in Ida plaine Say] soie, silk. Phil. Cinthia Endimion had refus'd, preferring, preferring, My Coridon to play with-all: Cor. The Queene of Loue had beene excus'd bequeathing, bequeathing, my Phillida the golden ball. Phil. Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie ? Cor. Vnder yonder Beech my louely one, while she passeth by. Phil. Say to her thy true-Loue was not here, remember, remember, to morrow is another day : Cor. Doubt me not, my true-Loue, do not feare, farewell then, farewell then, heauen keepe our loues alway. FAIN WOULD I CHANGE THAT NOTE Capt. Tobias Hume's First Part of Ayres, 1605. FAIN Would I change that note To which fond loue hath charmd me, Fancying that that harmde me. Yet when this thought doth come, Of all delight I have no other choice Either for pen or voyce, O Loue they wrong thee much, |