65. What if I beat the wanton boy He will repay me with annoy, Then sit thou safely on my knee; Spare not, but play thee! What Wight He Loved SHALL HALL I tell you whom I love? And if such a woman move, Nature did her so much right As she scorns the help of art; As e'er yet embraced a heart: Wit she hath without desire T. Lodge To make known how much she hath; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath. Though, perhaps, not so to me. Reason masters every sense, Modest in her most of mirth Such she is: and, if you know That I love, and love alone. W. Browne 66. It Was a Lover and His Lass T was a lover and his lass, IT With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, And, therefore, take the present time In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, TELL A Roundelay Between Two Shepherds W. Shakespeare ELL me, thou skilful shepherd swain, O, it is she, whose sweets do stain Why doth the sun against his kind He pauseth, almost stricken blind With gazing on her heavenly eyes. Why do thy flocks forbear their food, Which sometime was their chief delight? Because they need no other good That live in presence of her sight. 67. 68. How come these flowers to flourish still, And comforts all things with her breath. Why slide these brooks so slow away, From whence come all these goodly swains, The sun that lights this world below, Hey, Down a Down M. Drayton "HEY, down a down!" did Dian sing "Than love there is no vainer thing, And so think I, with a down, down, derry. When women knew no woe. But lived themselves to please, Men's feigning guiles they did not know, - Unborn was false suspect; No thought of jealousy; From wanton toys and fond effect, At length men used charms To which what maids gave ear, 66 'Hey, down a down!" did Dian sing, Amongst her virgins sitting; "Than love there is no vainer thing, And so think I, with a down, down, derry! Anon. 69. Carpe Diem MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? Journeys end in lovers meeting, |