The one of them said to his make Where shall we our breakfast take? Down in yonder greenè field There lies a knight slain under his shield. His hounds they lie down at his feet: His hawks they fly so eagerly, Down there comes a fallow doe, She lift up his bloody head, And kist his wounds that were so red. She gat him upon her back, And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime ; She was dead ere even-time. God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such leman! FROM PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS AVE I FOUND HER? O rich finding! HAVE Goddess-like for to behold: Her fair tresses seemly binding In a chain of pearl and gold. FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON PHILLIDA AND CORYDON CORYDON! arise, my Corydon ! Titan shineth clear. CORYDON Who is it that calleth Corydon? PHILLIDA Who is it that I hear? Phillida, thy true love, calleth thee: Arise and keep thy flock with me! CORYDON - Phillida, my true love, is it she? I come and keep my flock with thee. PHILLIDA CORYDON PHILLIDA - CORYDON Here are cherries ripe, my Corydon ! Eat them for my sake! Here's my oaten pipe, my Lovely One! Sport for thee to make. Here are threads, my true love! fine as silk, A pair of stockings white as milk. Here are reeds, my true love! fine and neat, A bonnet to withstand the heat. PHILLIDA - I will gather flowers, my Corydon ! CORYDON To set in thy cap. I will gather pears, my Lovely One! PHILLIDA - I will buy my true love garters gay, To wear about his legs so tall. CORYDON - I will buy my true love yellow say, PHILLIDA To wear about her middle small. When my Corydon sits on a hill, CORYDON - When my Lovely One goes to her wheel, PHILLIDA Sure, methinks, my true love doth excel For sweetness, for sweetness, CORYDON Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight; And methinks my true love bears the bell Beyond the Nymphs, that be so bright, PHILLIDA Had my Corydon, my Corydon, CORYDON Had my Lovely One, my Lovely One, PHILLIDA - Cynthia Endymion had refused, Preferring, preferring My Corydon to play withal. CORYDON - The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing, bequeathing My Phillida the golden ball. PHILLIDA Yonder comes my mother, Corydon ! CORYDON-Under yonder beech, my Lovely One! PHILLIDA While she passeth by. Say to her thy true love was not here ! Remember! remember To-morrow is another day! CORYDON-Doubt me not, my true love! do not fear ! Farewell then! farewell then! Heaven keep our loves alway! Ignoto. BEAUTY SAT BATHING BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her: But better memory said - Fie! So vain desire was chidden. Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination But even as babes in dreams do smile, And sometimes fall a-weeping, So I awaked, as wise this while As when I fell a-sleeping. Hey nonnie! nonnie! Shepherd Tonie. FROM DAVISON'S POETICAL RHAPSODY WHERE HIS LADY KEEPS HER HEART WEET LOVE, mine only treasure! SWE For service long unfeigned, Wherein I nought have gained, My Lady keeps her heart. If in her hair so slender, Like golden nets entwinèd With locks so dainty tied. If in her eyes she bind it, By which it was inflamèd, I dare not look to find it : I only wish it sight To see that pleasant light. But if her breast have deigned Though death thereby were gained. Then, Lady! take your own, That lives for you alone. A. W. |