COME unto these yellow sands; BURTHEN, DISPERSEDLY. Hark! Hark! bow-wow! The watch-dogs bark! bow-wow! Hark! Hark! I hear O, MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? What is Love? 'Tis not hereafter! UNDER the greenwood tree, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither! Come hither! Come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather! Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' th' sun; And pleased with what he gets; Come hither! Come hither! Come hither! &c. ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees, Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads; and then lay by! BLOW, blow, thou winter wind! Thy tooth is not so keen; Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! Sing, Heigh ho! unto the green holly! Most friendship is feigning! most loving, mere folly! The[n], Heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly! Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky! Though thou the waters warp; As friend remembered not! Heigh ho! Sing, Heigh ho! unto the green holly! &c. COME away, come away, death! And in sad cypress let me be laid. I am slain by a fair cruel Maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death, no one so true Did share it! Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin, let there be strown! Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse! where my bones shall be thrown. Sad True Lover never find my grave, TAKE, O, take those lips away, But my kisses bring again! bring again! JOHN FLETCHER. [He inserted the above stanza in The Bloody Brother; and then added the following one. Both are thought to be translations from the Latin of CAIUS CORNELIUS GALLUS.-E. A.] HIDE, O, hide those hills of snow; But first set my poor heart free! VERSES BY SHAKESPEARE, COMPLETED BY SUCKLING. ONE of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Which therefore swelled, and seemed to part asunder; The one looked pale, and for revenge did long; Out of the bed, the other fair hand was * Thus far Her eyes (and therefore it was night!) close laid, Which turned to smiles still as't came near her face. Her beams (which some dull men called hair!) divided; Part with her cheeks, part with her lips, did sport: But these, as rude, her breath put by still. Some Wiselier downwards sought: but falling short, Curled back in rings; and seemed to turn again To bite the part so unkindly held them in. |