From LODGE and GREENE'S A DO ME RIGHT AND DO ME REASON. EAUTY, alas! where wast thou born, BEA Thus to hold thyself in scorn? Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee, Thou by Beauty dost undo me : I and thou in sooth are one, Fairer thou, I fairer none : Wanton thou, and wilt thou, wanton, Heigh-ho! I love, heigh-ho! I love, Heigh-ho! and yet he eyes me not. SPR From THOMAS NASHE'S Summer's Last Will and Testament, 1600. SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING. PRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, The palm and may make country houses gay, The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Spring, the sweet spring! A-MAYING, A-PLAYING. TRI RIP and go! heave and ho! So merrily trip and go ! FADING SUMMER. `AIR summer droops, droop men and beasts there FAIR fore, So fair a summer look for never more : Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year, A WINTER, PLAGUE, AND PESTILENCE. UTUMN hath all the summer's fruitful treasure ; Gone is our sport, fled is our Croydon's pleasure! Short days, sharp days, long nights come on apace : Ah, who shall hide us from the winter's face? Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease, And here we lie, God knows, with little ease. From winter, plague and pestilence, good Lord, deliver us! London doth mourn, Lambeth is quite forlorn! DEATH'S SUMMONS. ADIEU; farewell earth's bliss, This world uncertain is : Fond are life's lustful joys, I am sick, I must die. Lord have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Lord have mercy on us! Beauty is but a flower, Which wrinkles will devour : Brightness falls from the air; I am sick, I must die. Lord have mercy on us! |