Full soon your love was leapt from me, Soon came a third, your love to win, And we were out and he was in. Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. Sure you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love was past and done Two days before it was begun :Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love, Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu Love; Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. XXX. WILLIAM SHAKSPERE, 1564-1616. BALTHAZAR'S SONG. IGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, SIG Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Sing no more ditties, sing no mo, Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Into Hey nonny, nonny. XXXI. γου FAIRIES' SONG. YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. Weaving spiders, come not here ; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence. Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; XXXII. SONG. ELL me where is fancy bred, TELL Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell: XXXIII. W ARIEL'S SONG. HERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. XXXIV. SERENADE. THO is Silvia? what is she, W That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, Is she kind as she is fair? Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; |