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 :
So well they their master keep.

His hawks they fly so eagerly,
There's no fowl dare him come nigh.

Down there comes a fallow doe,
Great with young as she might go.

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!
With a down, derry

FROM PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS

HAVE I FOUND HER? O rich finding!

Goddess-like for to behold:

Her fair tresses seemly binding

In a chain of pearl and gold.
Chain me, chain me, O Most Fair!
Chain me to thee with that hair.

FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON

PHILLIDA

CORYDON

PHILLIDA

CORYDON

PHILLIDA AND CORYDON

CORYDON! arise, my Corydon !
Titan shineth clear.

Who is it that calleth Corydon?

Who is it that I hear?

Phillida, thy true love, calleth thee:
Arise then, arise then,

Arise and keep thy flock with me
Phillida, my true love, is it she?

I come then, I come then,

I come and keep my flock with thee.

PHILLIDA Here are cherries ripe, my Corydon !

CORYDON

PHILLIDA

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,
To knit thee, to knit thee

A pair of stockings white as milk.

Here are reeds, my true love! fine and neat,
To make thee, to make thee

A bonnet to withstand the heat.

PHILLIDA - I will gather flowers, my Corydon !

To set in thy cap.

I will gather pears, my Lovely One!
To put in thy lap.

PHILLIDA

I will buy my true love garters gay,
For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about his legs so tall.

CORYDON - I will buy my true love yellow say,

PHILLIDA

For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about her middle small.

When my Corydon sits on a hill,
Making melody,-

CORYDON -- When my Lovely One goes to her wheel,

PHILLIDA

CORYDON

Singing cheerily,—

Sure, methinks, my true love doth excel
For sweetness, for sweetness,

Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight;

And methinks my true love bears the bell
For clearness, for clearness,

Beyond the Nymphs, that be so bright,

PHILLIDA Had my Corydon, my Corydon,
Been, alack! her swain,-

CORYDON Had my Lovely One, my Lovely One,
Been in Ida plain,—

PHILLIDA Cynthia Endymion had refused,

CORYDON

Preferring, preferring

My Corydon to play withal.

The Queen of Love had been excused

Bequeathing, bequeathing

My Phillida the golden ball.

Yonder comes my mother, Corydon !
Whither shall I fly?

CORYDON - Under yonder beech, my Lovely One!
While she passeth by.

PHILLIDA — 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

EAUTY sat bathing by a spring

Where fairest shades did hide her:
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her :
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye,
To see what was forbidden;

But better memory said — Fie!

So vain desire was chidden.
Hey nonnie! nonnie!

Into a slumber then I fell,

When fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell
Her feature or her fashion.

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!

SW

For service long unfeigned,

Wherein I nought have gained,
Vouchsafe this little pleasure:
To tell me in what part

My Lady keeps her heart.

If in her hair so slender,

Like golden nets entwinèd
Which fire and art have finèd,
Her thrall my heart I render,
For ever to abide

With locks so dainty tied.

If in her eyes she bind it,
Wherein that fire was framèd

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
With kindness to receive it,
I am content to leave it,

Though death thereby were gained.

Then, Lady! take your own,

That lives for you alone.

A. W.