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To cheer thy stomach from all woes ;

And yet thou wouldest not love me ! Greensleeves, &c.

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,

But still thou hadst it readily. Thy music, still to play and sing :

And yet thou wouldest not love me ! Greensleeves, &c.

And did

for all this

gear, That thou did spend when pleased thee? Even I that am rejected here,

And thou disdainest to love me ! Greensleeves, &c.

Well! I will pray to God on high,

That thou my constancy mayst see, And that, yet once before I die,

Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me! Greensleeves, &c.

Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu !
God I


thee! For I am still thy lover true :

Come once again and love me ! Greensleeves, &c.

事 1

A Warning for Wooers that they be not over hasty,

nor deceived with Women's Beauty.

(From 12 stanzas.

From the same.]



WHERE Cupid's fort hath made a way,
There grave

advice doth bear no sway.
Where love doth reign and rule the roast
There reason is exil'd the coast.

Like all; love none;
Except ye use discretion.

First try, then trust;
Be not deceiv'd with sinful lust.

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Some love for wealth, and some for hue,
And none of both these loves are true.
For when the mill hath lost her sails,
Then must the miller lose his vails.

Of grass com'th hay;
And flowers fair will soon decay.

Of ripe com’th rotten;
In age all beauty is forgotten.

Some lov'th too high, and some too low;
And of them both great griefs do grow.


And some do love the common sort,
And common folk use common sport.

Look not too high,
Lest that a chip fall in thine eye.

But, high or low,

be sure she is a shrew.

But, sirs, I use to tell no tales ;
Each fish that swims doth not bear scales.
In every hedge I find not thorns ;
Nor every beast doth carry horns.

I say not so,
That every woman causeth wo:

That were too broad :
Who lov'th not venom must shun the toad.

Who useth still the truth to tell
May blamed be, though he say well.
Say crow is white, and snow is black :
Lay not the fault on woman's back :

Thousands were good;
But few scap'd drowning in Noah's flood.

Most are well bent; I must say so, lest I be shent.

The Herdman's Happy Life. *

(From “ Sonets and Pastorales” included in “ Psalmes,

“ Sonets, and Songs of Sadnes and Pietie, made into
“ musicke of five partes." By W. Byrd, 1588.]

What pleasure have great princes

More dainty to their choice
Than herd-men wild, who careless

In quiet life rejoice,
And fortune's favours scorning"
Sing sweet in summer-morning?



All day their flocks each tendeth,

At night they take their rest;
More quiet than who sendeth

His ship into the east,
Where gold and pearl are plenty,
But getting very dainty.

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For lawyers and their pleading,

They 'steem it not a straw ;
They think that honest meaning

Is of itself a law:

* This title is from England's Helicon, in which the poem is said to be taken “out of M. Bird's Set Songs.” I « Fate not fearing Eng. VOL. II.


Where conscience judgeth plainly,
They spend no money vainly.

O happy who thus liveth,

Not caring much for gold;
With clothing, which sufficeth

To keep him from the cold.
Though poor and plain his diet,
Yet merry it is and quiet.

[At an annual Triumph, held in honour of Queen Elizabeth,

Nov. 17, 1590, in the Tilt-yard, Westminster, the following verses were “pronounced and sung by M. Hales, her “ Majesty's servant, a gentleman in that art excellent, and “ for his voice both commendable and admirable." Segar's “ Honor, Military and Civill,” 1602. fol. c. 54. p. 198.]

My golden locks time hath to silver turn'd,

(Oh time too swift, and swiftness never ceasing !) My youth 'gainst age, and age at youth hath

spurn'd, But spurn’d in vain : youth waneth by increa


Beauty, and strength, and youth, flowers fading been, Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

My helmet now shall make an hive for bees,

And lovers' songs shall turn to holy psalms :

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