By this, the boy that by her side lay killed She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell, And says, within her bosom it shall dwell, She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears "Poor flower," quoth she, "this was thy father's guise— Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire— For every little grief to wet his eyes: To grow unto himself was his desire, And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good "Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night; Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower." LYRICS FROM THE PLAYS SILVIA WHO is Silvia? what is she, 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? To help him of his blindness, Then to Silvia let us sing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: [From Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.] UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, No enemy But winter and rough weather. [From As You LIKE IT.] BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND BLOW, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky! As benefits forgot; Though thou the waters warp, Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! etc. [From As You LIKE IT.] O MISTRESS MINE O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; In delay there lies no plenty: Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty, [From TWELFTH NIGHT.] LAMENT COME away, come away, Death, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. [From TWELFTH NIGHT.] TAKE, O, TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY TAKE, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; Bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain! [From MEASURE for MEASURE.] HARK! HARK! THE LARK! 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 Arise, arise! [From CYMBELINE.] DIRGE FEAR no more the heat o' th' sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. |