HA, HA, HA! OH, how my lungs do tickle! ha, ha, ha! Oh, how my lungs do tickle! ho, ho, ho, ho! Against my breast, Then how my lungs do tickle! As nightingales, And things in cambric rails,' Sing best against a prickle. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! A smile is for a simpering novice, One that ne'er tasted caviare, Nor knows the smack of dear anchovies. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! A giggling waiting wench for me, That shows her teeth how white they be! A thing not fit for gravity, For theirs are foul and hardly three. Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! Democritus, thou ancient fleerer. How I miss thy laugh, and ha' since! 1 Night-rails (night-dresses). How brave lives he that keeps a fool, But he that is his own fool, sir, Does live a great deal cheaper. 'Tis rare to break at court, For that belongs to the city. Oh, keep a corner for a friend; From JOHN FLETCHER'S Love's TURN, TURN THY BEAUTEOUS FACE AWAY. URN, turn thy beauteous face away; TURI How pale and sickly looks the day, In emulation of thy brighter beams! Oh envious light, fly, fly, begone! Come, night, and piece two breasts as one! Yet, thy eyes open, who can day hence fright? From JOHN FLETCHER'S The WEEP NO MORE. EEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan, WEE Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no mo.1 REE UNIVERSITY CALIFORNIA From JOHN FLETCHER'S The Bloody Brother; or, Rollo, DRINK TO-DAY, AND DROWN ALL SORROW. DRINK to-day, and drown all sorrow, You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow : Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, Then let us swill, boys, for our health ; Falls with the leaf still in October. From JOHN FLETCHER'S The BEAUTY CLEAR AND FAIR. BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins and' blush disclose, And come to honour nothing else. Where to live near, And planted there, Is to live, and still live new ; Where to gain a favour is More than light, perpetual bliss,- Make me live by serving you. Dear, again back recall A stranger to himself and all; Shall be yours, and eke the glory : 1 Old eds. "in "-which Dyce retained. Mason proposed "and"; and this reading is found in an early MS. copy of the play (Egerton MS. 1994). From FLETCHER and RowLEY'S COME FOLLOW ME, YOU COUNTRY LASSES. OME follow me, you country lasses, COME And you shall see such sport as passes: You shall dance and I will sing; Pedro, he shall rub the string; Each shall have a loose-bodied gown You shall have crowns of roses, daisies, What fruit please you taste, freely pull, Come follow me, &c. 1 Acted in 1623.-I suspect that the song may be by William Rowley. |