Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that livest unseen (Milton)

Take, O, take those lips away (Shakespeare).
Tell me, dearest, what is Love? (John Fletcher)
Tell me, what is that only thing (John Fletcher)
Tell me where is fancy bred (Shakespeare).
The bread is all baked (Davenant)

The earth late choked with flowers (Lodge)

The glories of our blood and state (Shirley)

The Gordian knot which Alexander great (Brewer)

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The hour of sweety night decays apace (The Mountebank's Masque) 167

The nut-brown ale, the nut-brown (Histriomastix)

The ousel-cock so black of hue (Shakespeare)

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The Siren Venus nouriced in her lap (Greene)

The star that bids the shepherd fold (Milton)

Then, in a free and lofty strain (Ben Jonson)

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Then is there mirth in heaven (Shakespeare).

They that for worldly wealth do wed (Nathaniel Field).
This cursed jealousy, what is 't? (Davenant)

This way, this way, come and hear (John Fletcher)
Thou deity, swift-winged Love (John Fletcher)
Thou divinest, fairest, brightest (John Fletcher)
Thou more than most sweet glove (Ben Jonson).
Though I am young and cannot tell (Ben Jonson)
Though little be the god of love (Shirley)
Thrice the brinded cat hath mered (Shakespeare)
Through yon same bending plain (John Fletcher)
Thus, thus begin the yearly rites (Ben Jonson)

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Thy best hand lay on this turf of grass (Rowley and Middleton). 159 Time is the feathered thing (Jasper Mayne).

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'Tis, in good truth, a most wonderful thing (Davenant). 'Tis late and cold; stir up the fire (John Fletcher)

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'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood (Beaumont and Fletcher) To bed, to bed! Come, Hymen, lead the bride (Beaumont and Fletcher)

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To the Ocean now I fly (Milton)

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Trip and go! heave and ho! (Nashe)

Trip it, gipsies, trip it fine (Middleton and Rowley)
Turn I my looks unto the skies (Lodge).
Turn, turn thy beauteous face away (John Fletcher).

Under the greenwood tree (Shakespeare)

Up, youths and virgins! up, and praise (Ben Jonson)
Urns and odours bring away (John Fletcher?).

Victorious men of earth, no more (Shirley)

Wake all the dead! what ho! what ho! (Davenant).
Wake, our mirth begins to die (Ben Jonson)
Walking in a shadowed grove (Dabridgecourt Belchier).
We care not for money, riches or wealth (Randolph)
Wedding is great Juno's crown (Shakespeare)
Weep eyes, break heart! (Middleton)

Weep no more for what is past (Davenant)

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan (John Fletcher)

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Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee (Greene)
Weep, weep, ye woodmen! wail (Munday)

Welladay, welladay, poor Colin, thou art going to the ground

(Peele)

What a dainty life the milkmaid leads (Nabbes)
What bird so sings, yet so does wail? (Lyly)
What makes me so unnimbly rise (Townshend)
What powerful charms my streams do bring (John Fletcher)
What thing is love? for, well I wot, love is a thing (Peele).
When daffodils begin to peer (Shakespeare)

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When daisies pied and violets blue (Shakespeare)

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When gods had framed the sweet of women's face (Greene)
When lordly Saturn, in a sable robe (Greene)

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When tender ewes, brought home with evening sun (Greene)
When that I was and a little tiny boy (Shakespeare).

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Whenas the rye reach to the chin (Peele)

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Where did you borrow that last sigh (Berkley)

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I (Shakespeare)

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While you here do snoring lie (Shakespeare).

Whilst we sing the doleful knell (Swetnam, the Woman-Hater).
Who is Silvia? what is she (Shakespeare).

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Why art thou slow, thou rest of trouble, Death (Massinger)

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Why should this a desert be (Shakespeare).

Why so pale and wan, fond lover (Suckling)

Will you buy any tape (Shakespeare)

With fair Ceres, Queen of Grain (Heywood).
Woodmen, shepherds, come away (Shirley)

Ye little birds that sit and sing (Heywood)
Ye should stay longer if we durst (Beaumont)
You birds whose warblings prove (Mabbe).

You spotted snakes with double tongue (Shakespeare).
You virgins that did late despair (Shirley)

LYRICS FROM THE DRAMATISTS.

I

From NICHOLAS UDALL'S Ralph
Roister Doister [1550?].

I MUN BE MARRIED A SUNDAY.

MUN be married a Sunday;

I mun be married a Sunday;
Whosoever shall come that way,
I mun be married a Sunday.

Roister Doister is my name;
Roister Doister is my name ;
A lusty brute I am the same;
I mun be married a Sunday.

Christian Custance have I found ;
Christian Custance have I found;
A widow worth a thousand pound :
I mun be married a Sunday.

Custance is as sweet as honey;
Custance is as sweet as honey;
I her lamb, and she my coney;
I mun be married a Sunday.

B

When we shall make our wedding feast,
When we shall make our wedding feast,
There shall be cheer for man and beast,
I mun be married a Sunday.

I mun be married a Sunday.

From R. WEVER'S Lusty Juventus [1555?].

IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE.

N an arbour green, asleep whereas I lay,

IN

The birds sang sweet in the middes of the day;

I dreamed fast of mirth and play:

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go ;

But when I waked it was not so:

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is surely pight 2
Of her alone to have a sight,

Which is my joy and heart's delight :

In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

1 Middle, midst.

2 Fixed.

From JOHN STILL'S Gammer Gurton's Needle, 1575.

THE EX-ALE-TATION OF ALE.

BACK and side go bare, go bare,

Both foot and hand go cold;

But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.

I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;

But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold ;

I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.

Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;

But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.

I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;

A little bread shall do me stead,

Much bread I not desire.