REVEILLEZ HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty_is, B II FANCY ELL me where is Fancy bred, TEL Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? -Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancy's knell : I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell :- III SILVIA HO is Silvia? what is She WHO That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: --Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness, And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring. |