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Phillis hath sworn she loves the man,

That knows what's love, and love her can:
Philemon then must needs agree,

Phillis my choice of choice shall be.

Brava! fair Phillis.-A rare wench I warrant,-one who liketh not your shilly-shally lovers, and tedious courtships, -but word and blow-no sooner said than done. Postchaise and four,—Gretna green,—harmonious Blacksmith, &c., and a fig for Papa and Mama, Uncles, Aunts, Guardians, or Courts of Chancery.

CXXX.

Farewell my joy,

Farewell my love and pleasure;

To sport and toy

We have no longer leisure.

Farewell, adieu !

Until our next consorting.

Sweet love, be true;

And thus we end our sporting.

Fa la.

A pretty adieu! In the hope that thou wilt be true, quoth the shepherd, I will rest happy until we meet again.

CXXXI.

Now is my Cloris fresh as May,
All clad in green and flowers gay.
Oh! might I think August were near,
That harvest joy might soon appear.

But she keeps May throughout the year,
And August never comes the near*.
Yet will I hope, though she be May,
August will come another day.

His next work is " Madrigals of five and six parts, (ten "in number) apt for the viols and voices, made and newly "published by Thomas Weelkes of the College at Win"chester, Organist. At London, printed by Thos. Este, "1600.

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"To the truly noble, virtuous, and honorable, my very good Lord Henry, Lord Winsor, Baron of Bradenham.

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'My Lord, in the College at Winchester, where I live, "I have heard learned men say that some philosophers have "mistaken the soul of man for an harmony: let the pre"cedent of their error be a privilege for mine. I see not, "if souls do not partly consist of music, how it should 66 come to pass that so noble a spirit as your's, so perfectly "tuned to so perpetual a tenor of excellence as it is, should "descend to the notice of a quality lying single in so low a personage as myself. But in music the base part is no disgrace to the best ears' attendancy. I confess my con"science is untoucht with any other arts, and I hope my "confession is unsuspected: many of us musicians think it as much praise to be somewhat more than musicians as it "is for gold to be somewhat more than gold, and if Jack "Cade were alive, yet some of us might live, unless we "should think, as the artisans in the Universities of Poland "and Germany think, that the Latin tongue comes by "reflection. I hope your Lordship will pardon this presumption of mine; the rather, because I know before

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* Vide No. XVIII.

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Nobility I am to deal sincerely; and this small faculty of "mine, because it is alone in me, and without the assist66 ance of other more confident sciences, is the more to be "favored and the rather to be received into your honour's "protection; so shall I observe you with as humble and as true an heart, as he whose knowledge is as large as "the world's creation, and as earnestly pray for you to the "world's Creator,

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"Your Honor's in all humble service,
"THOMAS WEELKES."

Mr. Weelkes is here rather severe upon certain of his brother musicians who seem to have been in the habit of affecting a knowledge of other sciences besides their own. He very modestly disclaims all such learning on the part of himself.

CXXXII.

Cold winter's ice is fled and gone,
And summer brags on ev'ry tree.
The Redbreast peeps amidst the throng
Of woodborn birds that wanton be.
Each one forgets what they have been,

And so doth Phillis, Summer's Queen.

What would not a Cockney sonnetteer give to be able to write anything like the first four lines of this ditty! How far superior is such a sketch to all the trash about Mermaids and grottoes in the deep, deep sea, or about

"Two little birds that whistled thirds

"Behind my father's house."*

* Vide the bills of two or three concerts this season. Were I to make further extracts from the glee from which this quotation is given, I feel confident I should not be believed. Such a specimen I never witnessed from the press of the Seven Dials.

Nature is nature all the world over! Witness a similar scene described by others:

“The winter it is past,

"And the summer's come at last;

“And the small birds sing on every tree."

and again,

Old Scotch Ballad.

"Lo the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the "flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of "birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our "land."-Solomon's Song, ii. 11.

CXXXIII.

Now let us make a merry greeting,
And thank young Cupid for our meeting.
My heart is full of joy and pleasure,
Since thou art here, my only treasure.
Now will we dance and sport and play,
And sing a merry roundelay.

CXXXIV.

Take here my heart, I give it thee for ever!
No better pledge can love to love deliver.
Fear not, my dear, it will not fly away;
For hope and love command my heart to stay:
But if thou doubt desire will make it range,
Love but my heart, my heart will never change.

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CXXXV.

O Care! thou wilt dispatch me,
If Music do not match thee:
So deadly thou dost sting me,
Mirth only help can bring me.

Hence, Care, thou art too cruel!
Come, Music, sick man's jewel.
His force had well nigh slain me,
But thou must now sustain me.

Fa la.

Fa la.

“Music, mirth, and merry company are," according to Burton," amongst the most special remedies for Melancholy. Musica est mentis medicina mæstæ, a roaring-meg "against Melancholy, to rear and revive the languishing "soul; affecting not only the ears, but the very arteries, "the vital and animal spirits. Be it instrumental, vocal, "with strings or wind, it cures all irksomeness or heaviness "of the mind."

CXXXVI.

Why are you, ladies, staying,
And your lords gone a Maying?
Run, run apace and meet them,
And with your garlands greet them;
'T were pity they should miss you,
For they will sweetly kiss you.

Hark, hark, I hear some dancing,
And a nimble Morris prancing.

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