INDEX Of first LINES.

To bed, to bed! Come, Hymen, lead the bride (Beaumont and

Fletcher)

To the Ocean now I fly (Milton)

Trip and go! heave and ho! (Nashe)

Trip it, gipsies, trip it fine (Middleton and Rowley) .
Turn, turn thy beauteous face away (John Fletcher)

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)
We that have known no greater state (Heywood)

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)

Weep, weep, ye woodmen ! wail (Munday)

Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady green (Massinger)

(Peele)

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

What a dainty life the milkmaid leads (Nabbes)

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219

23

158

136

43
63

141

188

227

60

170

190

150

48

164

221

137

86

177

15

201

What bird so sings, yet so does wail? (Lyly)

2

What makes me so unnimbly rise (Townshend) .

204

What powerful charms my streams do bring (John Fletcher).

108

What thing is love? for, well I wot, love is a thing (Peele).

When daffodils begin to peer (Shakespeare)

When daisies pied and violets blue (Shakespeare)

53

31

When that I was and a little tiny boy (Shakespeare)

42

Whenas the rye reach to the chin (Peele)

19

Where did you borrow that last sigh (Berkley)

228

Where the bee sucks, there suck I (Shakespeare) .

56

While you here do snoring lie (Shakespeare)

56

Whilst we sing the doleful knell (Swetnam, the Woman-Hater). 176

Whither shall I go (William Rowley).

155

Who is Silvia? what is she (Shakespeare)

27

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

Why so pale and wan, fond lover (Suckling) .

191

Ye little birds that sit and sing (Heywood)
Ye should stay longer if we durst (Beaumont)
You spotted snakes with double tongue (Shakespeare).
You virgins, that did late despair (Shirley).

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LYRICS FROM THE DRAMATISTS.

From JOHN LYLY'S Alexander and Campaspe, 1584.1

CARDS AND KISSES.

UPID and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses-Cupid paid;
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws

The coral of his lip, the rose

Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);

With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes,
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?

1 Lyly's songs are not found in the original editions of his plays. They first appeared in the collective edition of 1632.

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WHA

SPRING'S WELCOME.

HAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O'tis the ravished nightingale.

“Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries,

And still her woes at midnight rise.

Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear?
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gates 2 she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat,
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note;
Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing,
Cuckoo to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo to welcome in the spring!

Harmony written or pricked down in opposition to plainsong, where the descant rested with the will of the singer."Chappell. (The nightingale's song, being full of rich variety, is often termed prick-song by old writers. So they speak of the cuckoo's plain-song.)

2 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings."

Cymbeline, iii. 2.

O CRUEL LOVE!

CRUEL Love, on thee I lay

My curse, which shall strike blind the day;
Never may sleep with velvet hand

Charm thine eyes with sacred wand;
Thy jailors shall be hopes and fears,

Thy prison-mates groans, sighs, and tears,
Thy play to wear out weary times,
Fantastic passions, vows, and rhymes;
Thy bread be frowns, thy drink be gall,
Such as when you Phao call ;

The bed thou liest on be1 despair,

Thy sleep fond dreams, thy dreams long care.
Hope, like thy fool at thy bed's head,
Mock2 thee till madness strike thee dead,
As, Phao, thou dost me with thy proud eyes;
In thee poor Sappho lives, for thee she dies.

1 Old ed. "by."

2 Old ed. "mockes."