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WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE; from “Love's Labour Lost.” The music by Dr. AENE.
WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in the pail ;
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marion's nose looks red and raw;
Joan doth keel the pot.
BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND.
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE : from "As you like it.” The music by Dr. ARNE.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
As man's ingratitude !
Although thy breath be rude.
Then heigh, oh! the holly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky;
As benefits forgot!
Heigh, ho! &c.
YOUTH AND AGE.
Set as a glee by J. R. STEVENS, and as a trio by Sir H. R. BISHOP.
CRABBED Age and Youth
Cannot live together;
Age is full of care;
Age like winter weather;
Youth is nimble, Age is lame,
Youth is wild, and Age is taine ;
Oh, my love my love is gone.
Methinks thou stay'st too long.
" This song,” says Bishop Percy, “is found in the little collection of Shakspeare's sonnets, entitled 'The Passionate Pilgrim."" In “The Garland of the Good-will," it is reprinted with the addition of four more such stanzas, but evidently written by a meaner pen,
IN PRAISE OF MELANCHOLY.
HENCE, all you vain delights,
But only melancholy;
Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes,
Fountain-heads and pathless groves, -
Milton was possibly under some obligations to this song when he wrote his “Il Penseroso.” Hazlitt calls it “the perfection of this kind of writing."-(Lectures on Dram. Lit., 1840, p. 208.) It is generally attributed to Fletcher, who introduced it in the play of " The Nice Valour," act. iii. sc. 3; but the author was more probably Dr. Williain Strode. See “Notes and Queries," vol. i.
LOSS IN DELAYS.
ROBERT SOUTHWELL, born 1562, died 1596.
SHun delays, they breed remorse,
Take thy time, while time is lent thec;
Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee:
Lingering labour comes to nought.
Hoist up sail while gale doth last,
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure ; Seek not time when time is past,
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure:
Time wears all his locks before,
Take thou hold upon his forehead; When he flies he turns no more,
And behind, his scalp is naked : Works adjourn'd have many stays, Long demurs breed new delays.
Seek thy salve while sore is green,
Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing; After-cures are seldom seen,
Often sought, scarce ever chancing:
PANGLORY'S WOOING SONG.
GILES FLETCHER, born 1588, died 1623,
Love is the blossom where there blows
While in his leaves there shrouded lay
Only bend thy knee to me,
See, see the flowers that below
bosom casts its ore; All the valley's swimming corn To
my house is yearly borne ; Every grape
Only bend thy knee to me,
THE COMMENDATION OF MUSIC.
WILLIAM STRODE, born 1600, died 1664.
WHEN whispering strains do softly steal
With creeping passion through the heart. And at every touch we feel
Our pulses beat, and bear a part;