"Here lieth unhappy Harpalus, "Hath murder'd with disdain!” FROM GAMMER GURTON's NEEDLE, DRINKING SONG. I CANNOT eat but little meat, My ftomach is not good; Tho' I go bare, take ye no care, I ftuff my skin so full within Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God fend thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. I love no roaft but a nut-brown toast, Much bread I nought defire. No froft, no fnow, no wind, I trow, I am fo wrapp'd, and thoroughly lapp'd, Of jolly good ale and old. Back and fide, &c. And Tib, my wife, that as her life Then doth fhe troul to me the bowl, And faith, 66 Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old." Back and fide, &c. Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows fhould do; They fhall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to. And all poor fouls that have scoured bowls, Or have them luftily troul'd, God fave the lives of them and their wives, Whether they be young or old. Back and fide, &c. GEORGE GASCOIGNE. A frange PASSION of a LOVER. I LAUGH fometimes with little luft; And yet mistrust breeds mine annoye. Then like the lark, that past the night She fends sweet notes from out her breast: So fing I now, because I think How joys approach when forrows shrink. And as fair Philomene again Can watch and fing when others sleep, And taketh pleasure in her pain, Το wray the woe that makes her weep: So fing I now, for to bewray The loathfome life I lead alway. The which to thee, dear wench, I write, That know'ft my mirth, but not my moan; I pray God grant thee deep delight, To live in joys when I am gone. I cannot live; it will not be, I die to think to part from thee. |