A MERRY HEART GOES ALL THE DAY.

JOG

OG on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a :
A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

COME BUY, COME BUY.

AWN as white as driven snow; Cypress black as e'er was crow; oves as sweet as damask roses; sks for faces, and for noses; gle-bracelet, necklace-amber, fume for a lady's chamber: Iden quoifs and stomachers, my lads to give their dears;

as and poking-sticks 1 of steel,

nat maids lack from head to heel:

Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:

Come buy.

Sticks of steel for setting the plaits of a ruff.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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COME TO THE PEDLAR,

LL you buy any tape,

WILL

Or lace for your cape,

My dainty duck, my dear-a?

Any silk, any thread,

Any toys for your head,

Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?

Come to the pedlar ;

Money's a medler,

That doth utter all men's ware-a.

From The Tempest.

COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS.

'OME unto these yellow sands,

COME

And then take hands :

Courtsied when you have and kissed

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

Bow-wow.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bow-wow.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-didle-dow.

FU

A DIRGE.

ULL fathom five thy father.lies:
Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

SHAKE OFF SLUMBER, AND BEWARE.

WHILE you here do snoring lie,

Open-eyed Conspiracy

His time doth take;

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware :
Awake! awake!

WHERE THE BEE SUCKS, THERE SUCK I.

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I ;

In a cowslip's bell I lie ;

here I couch when owls do cry; On the bat's back I do fly

fter summer merrily:

Ierrily, merrily, shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

I

BEN JONSON.

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From BEN JONSON'S Cynthia's
Revels, 1601.

SLOW, SLOW, FRESH FOUNT.

LOW, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt

SLOW,

tears;

Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs;

List to the heavy part the music bears,

Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers ;

Fall grief in showers,

Our beauties are not ours;
O, I could still,

Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,

Drop, drop, drop, drop,

Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil.

Might not for ever last!

So sugared, so melting, so soft, so delicious,
The dew that lies on roses,

When the morn herself discloses,

Is not so precious.

O rather than I would it smother,
Were I to taste such another;
It should be my wishing
That I might die kissing.

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BEN JONSON.

THOU

THE GLOVE.

HOU more than most sweet glove,
Unto my more sweet love,

Suffer me to store with kisses

This empty lodging that now misses
The pure rosy hand that ware thee,
Whiter than the kid that bare thee.

Thou art soft, but that was softer;
Cupid's self hath kissed it ofter
Than e'er he did his mother's doves,
Supposing her the queen of loves,
That was thy mistress, best of gloves.

HYMN TO DIANA.

QUEEN, and huntress, chaste and fair,

Now the sun is laid to sleep,

Seated in thy silver chair,

State in wonted manner keep :
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia's shining orb was made

Heaven to clear when day did close:
Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

Lay thy bow of pearl apart,

And thy crystal shining quiver;

Give unto the flying hart

Space to breathe, how short soever :
Thou that makest a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.