SIT

Sloes black as jet, or like my Christmas shoes;
Sweet cider, which my leathern bottle brings

Sit down, Carmela ! let me kiss thy toes!

CARMELA

Ah, Doron! ah, my heart! thou art as white
As is my mother's calf or brinded cow;

Thine eyes are like the slow-worm's in the night;
Thine hairs resemble thickest of the snow.

The lines within thy face are deep and clear,
Like to the furrows of my father's wain ;
The sweat upon thy face doth oft appear,
Like to my mother's fat and kitchen gain.

Ah, leave my toes, and kiss my lips, my Love!
My lips are thine, for I have given them thee.
Within thy cap 'tis thou shalt wear my glove;
At foot-ball sport thou shalt my champion be.

DORON

Carmela dear! even as the golden ball
That Venus got, such are thy goodly eyes;
When cherries' juice is jumbled therewithal,
Thy breath is like the steam of apple pies.

Thy lips resemble two cucumbers fair;
Thy teeth like to the tusks of fattest swine;
Thy speech is like the thunder in the air:
Would God thy toes, thy lips, and all were mine!

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.
Ay me, poor man! with many a trampling tear,
I feel him wound the fore-horse of my heart.

What, do I love? O no, I do but talk;
What, shall I die for love? O no, not so;
What, am I dead? O no, my tongue doth walk :
Come kiss, Carmela ! and confound my woe!

CARMELA

Even with this kiss, as once my father did,
I seal the sweet indentures of delight:
Before I break my vow the Gods forbid !
No, not by day, nor yet by darksome night.

DORON

Even with this garland made of hollyhocks
I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss.
Heigh-ho, how glad am I to touch thy locks!
My frolic heart even now a freeman is.

CARMELA

I thank you, Doron ! and will think on you;
I love you, Doron ! and will wink on you;
I seal your charter-patent with my thumbs.
Come kiss, and part! for fear my mother comes.

INFIDA'S SONG

WEET ADON! darest not glance thine eye –

SWEET

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

Upon thy Venus that must die?

Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami !

See how sad thy Venus lies,—

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!·
Love in heart and tears in eyes:
Je vous en priè, pity me !
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami !

Thy face is fair as Paphos' brooks
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!·

Wherein Fancy baits her hooks:
Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami !

Thy cheeks like cherries that do grow N'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:
Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami !

Thine eyes like flames of holy fires
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

Burn all my thoughts with sweet desires :
Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

All thy beauties sting my heart;

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

I must die through Cupid's dart :
Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

Adon were unkind, say I

Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

To let fair Venus die for woe

N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

That doth love sweet Adon so.
Je vous en priè, pity me!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel! mon bel!
N'oserez-vous? mon bel ami!

MENAPHON'S ROUNDELAY

WHEN

HEN tender ewes, brought home with evening sun,
Wend to their folds,

And to their holds

The shepherds trudge when light of day is done,
Upon a tree

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,
To perch whereas the princely Eagle sat.

The Eagle frown'd, and shook his royal wings,
And charged the Fly

From thence to hie:

Afraid, in haste the little creature flings;
Yet seeks again,