Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on, [Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance.] LVII. KING HENRY'S AMBITION. From the Third Part of King Henry VI., Act ii. Scene 5. Shakespeare's part in the play is probably very small; but he may have contributed these and other lines to it about 1592. KING HENRY speaks. THIS battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light, Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind; To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, So many days my ewes have been with young; Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. 1ean, bear. LVIII. YOUTH AND AGE. From W. Jaggard's piratical volume, The Passionate Pilgrim (1599). These lines have not been assigned to any other writer than Shakespeare, and may be his. RABBED age and youth cannot live together: CRA Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee, ROBERT JONES. (flor. 1616.) LIX. MY LOVE. From the Second Book of Songs and Airs (1601). Y love is neither young nor old, MY Not fiery-hot nor frozen-cold, IGNOTO. LX. PHILLIS. Printed by Mr. A. H. Bullen from the British Museum Addl. MS. 18936, in his Lyrics from Elisabethan Song-Books. PHILLIS, a herd-maid dainty, Who hath no peer for beauty, By Thyrsis was requested To hear the wrongs wherewith his heart was wrested; And would not hear how Love poor lovers starvèd. Phillis, more white than lilies, More fair than Amaryllis, More cold than crystal fountain, More hard than craggy rock or stony mountain, O tiger, fierce and spiteful, Why hatest thou love sith love is so delightful? THOMAS CAMPION. (?-1619.) LXI. AMARYLLIS. From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs (1601). Campion's works, long neglected, have been edited by Mr. A. H. Bullen. CARE not for these ladies That must be woo'd and pray'd, Give me kind Amaryllis, The wanton country maid: Nature art disdaineth, Her beauty is her own: Her when we court and kiss, She cries, Forsooth, let go!' But when we come where comfort is, If I love Amaryllis, She gives me fruit and flowers; But if we love these ladies, We must give golden showers. Give them gold that sell love, Give me the nut-brown lass, Who when we court and kiss, She cries, Forsooth, let go!' But when we come where comfort is, These ladies must have pillows Give me a bower of willows, Of moss and leaves unbought; And fresh Amaryllis, With milk and honey fed, Who when we court and kiss, She cries, Forsooth, let go!' But when we come where comfort is, LXII. JACK AND JOAN. From Two Books of Airs (circa 1613). JACK and Joan, they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still; |