ALISON'S RECREATIONS. THERE IS A GARDEN IN HER FACE. THERE is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; Those cherries fairly do inclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow; Her eyes like angels watch them still; O HEAVY HEART. O heavy heart, what harms are hid, 19 After sharp showers the sun shines fair, In hope, a king doth go to war; Though wit bids will blow the retreat, If will and fancy be agreed, Too late for wit to bid take heed. But yet it seems a foolish drift, To follow will and leave the wit; But check a horse amid his race, Though wit and reason doth men teach Never to climb above their reach. The two foregoing Pieces are from "An Houre's Recreation in Musicke, by RICH. ALISON."—1606. GREEN'S ARCADIA. SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD, AFTER ESCAPING FROM SHIPWRECK. 121 MOTHER'S wag, pretty boy, When he had left his pretty boy, Weep not my wanton, smile upon my knee; The wanton smiled, father wept, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee. The above beautiful stanzas are from the Arcadia of ROBERT GREEN. Lond. 1616. Green was born a gentleman, but compelled from necessity to support himself and his family by the efforts of his pen. His publications are from forty-five to fifty in number, from the sale of which he had managed to obtain a precarious livelihood. He died about the year 1592. TO COLIN CLOUT. BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, But better memory said, fie, So vain desire was chidden: Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c. Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination Seem'd to see, but could not tell But even as babes in dreams do smile, So I awak'd as wise this while, Hey nonnie, nonnie, &c. The above is Song 13th in "England's Helicon," 1600; Lond. 4to. p. 192. This scarce and valuable work contains 150 separate Songs and Poems, contributed by the different literary characters of the day, or selected from contemporary works of acknowledged merit. www WHO PROSTRATE LIES AT WOMAN'S FEET. WHO prostrate lies at woman's feet, And calls them darlings dear and sweet, BATESON AND HUNNIS' SONGS. 23 Protesting love, and craving grace, And praising oft a foolish face, They catch at naught, and hold it fast. BATESON-1604. WHEN FIRST MINE EYES. WHEN first mine eyes did view and mark And when my ears 'gan first to hark The pleasant words that thou me told, And when in mind I did consent To wist such bait myself to spill, O flatterer false! thou traitor born, What mischief more might thou devise, Fie, fie upon such treachery! The above Lyric is by HUNNIS, one of the contributors to the "Paradise of Dainty Divices," in the time of Edward IV. and Mary; author of "A Hive of Honey," "A Hive of Honeysuckle," a translation of the Psalms, &c. Hunnis died in the year 1568. |