The one of them said to his make Where shall we our breakfast take? Down in yonder greenè field There lies a knight slain under his shield. His hounds they lie down at his feet : His hawks they fly so eagerly, Down there comes a fallow doe, She lift up his bloody head, And kist his wounds that were so red. She gat him upon her back, And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime ; She was dead ere even-time. God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such leman! FROM PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS AVE I FOUND HER? O rich finding! HA Goddess-like for to behold: Her fair tresses seemly binding In a chain of pearl and gold. FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON PHILLIDA PHILLIDA AND CORYDON CORYDON! arise, my Corydon ! Titan shineth clear. CORYDON- Who is it that calleth Corydon? PHILLIDA CORYDON PHILLIDA Who is it that I hear? Phillida, thy true love, calleth thee: Arise and keep thy flock with me! I come and keep my flock with thee. Here are cherries ripe, my Corydon ! CORYDON - Here 's my oaten pipe, my Lovely One! PHILLIDA Here are threads, my true love! fine as silk, To knit thee, to knit thee A pair of stockings white as milk. CORYDON- Here are reeds, my true love! fine and neat, To make thee, to make thee A bonnet to withstand the heat. PHILLIDA - I will gather flowers, my Corydon ! CORYDON-I will gather pears, my Lovely One! PHILLIDA I will buy my true love garters gay, To wear about his legs so tall. CORYDON - I will buy my true love yellow say, PHILLIDA CORYDON PHILLIDA CORYDON For Sundays, for Sundays, To wear about her middle small. When my Corydon sits on a hill, Making melody, When my Lovely One goes to her wheel, Sure, methinks, my true love doth excel Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight; And methinks my true love bears the bell Beyond the Nymphs, that be so bright, PHILLIDA Had my Corydon, my Corydon, CORYDON - Had my Lovely One, my Lovely One, CORYDON Preferring, preferring My Corydon to play withal. The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing, bequeathing My Phillida the golden ball. PHILLIDA Yonder comes my mother, Corydon ! CORYDON-Under yonder beech, my Lovely One! PHILLIDA Say to her thy true love was not here! To-morrow is another day! CORYDON - Doubt me not, my true love! do not fear! Farewell then! farewell then! Heaven keep our loves alway! Ignoto. BEAUTY SAT BATHING EAUTY sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her : But better memory said — Fie ! So vain desire was chidden. Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination But even as babes in dreams do smile, So I awaked, as wise this while As when I fell a-sleeping. Hey nonnie! nonnie! Shepherd Tonie. SWEET For service long unfeigned, Wherein I nought have gained, My Lady keeps her heart. If in her hair so slender, Like golden nets entwinèd With locks so dainty tied. If in her eyes she bind it, Wherein that fire was framèd By which it was inflamèd, I dare not look to find it : I only wish it sight To see that pleasant light. But if her breast have deigned Though death thereby were gained. Then, Lady! take your own, That lives for you alone. A. W. |