42. Ah! thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, Senseless trees they cannot hear thee, All thy friends are lapp'd in lead; R. Barnfield SAY, A Nosegay AY, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil, Since you have seen the beauty of my saint, Did not her sight (fair sight!) you lonely fill, Of goddess' grace and angels' sacred teint Say, golden Primrose, sanguine Cowslip fair, Since you beheld the visage of my dear, Did not her globy front, and glistening hair, With cheeks most sweet, So gloriously like damask flowers appear, The gods to greet? Say, snow-white Lily, speckled Gilly-flower, Since you have viewed the Queen of my desire, In her array; Did not her ivory paps, fair Venus' bower, A Juno's grace, conjure you to require Say Rose, say Daffodil, and Violet blue, Since ye have seen my nymph's sweet dainty face, Did not (bright Cowslip, blooming Pink) her view (Ah, Gilly-flower, ah Daisy!) with a grace Like stars divine? J. Reynolds 43. The Shepherd's Holyday IUS, thus begin the yearly rites 1 Nymph. THUS, Are due to Pan on these bright nights; His morn now riseth and invites To sports, to dances, and delights: This is the shepherd's holyday. 2 Nymph. Strew, strew the glad and smiling ground With every flower, yet not confound; The primrose drop, the spring's own spouse, 3 Nymph. Drop, drop, you violets; change your hues, Now red, now pale, as lovers use; 44. And in your death go out as well B. Jonson To Phyllis, the Fair Shepherdess MY Phyllis hath the morning sun, At first to look upon her; And Phyllis hath morn-waking birds My Phyllis hath prime-feathered flowers And Phyllis hath a gallant flock But Phyllis hath so hard a heart, Nor grace to those that crave it. 45. Sweet flowers whenas she treads on, Tell her, her beauty deads one, And if in life her love she nill agree me, Pray her before I die she will come see me. The Beggars' Holiday CAST AST our caps and cares away: At the crowning of our king, And enjoy our ease and rest: Nor are called into the town, T. Lodge 7. Fletcher 46. Young Love “ELL me where is Fancy bred, TELL Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? God Lyaus, Ever Young OD Lyæus, ever young, GOD Ever honour'd, ever sung, God of youth, let this day here J. Fletcher |