MY SWEETEST LESBIA When timely death my life and fortune ends, Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends; But let all lovers, rich in triumph, come And with sweet pastimes grace my happy tomb: And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light, And crown with love my ever-during night. Now winter nights enlarge Let now the chimneys blaze While youthful revels, courtly sights, masques, and Sleep's leaden spells remove. This time doth well dispense The summer hath his joys, Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. Thomas Nashe Spring Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring, the sweet Spring! in Time of Plague Adieu! farewell earth's bliss, Lord have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Lord have mercy on us! Beauty is but a flower, Lord have mercy on us! LAMENT IN TIME OF PLAGUE Strength stoops unto the grave, Lord have mercy on us! Wit with his wantonness Hath no ears for to hear. Haste therefore each degree Lord have mercy on us! |