I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere:
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowflips tall her penfioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see,
Those be rubies, fairy favours,

In those freckles live their savours.

I must go seek some dew-drops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowflip's ear.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1597.]

TELL me where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.

It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed: and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.
[1599.]

UNDER the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here he fhall see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to live i the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here he ball see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1599.]

BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou doft not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remembered not.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Moft friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is moft jolly.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1600.]

SIGH no more, ladies, figh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing conftant never:
Then figh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny :

Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, fing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then figh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny:
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1601.]

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?
O, ftay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can fing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is ftill unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1601.]

COME away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid:
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am flain by a fair cruel maid.
My broud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true
Did fhare it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be frown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones fhall be thrown : A thousand thousand fighs to save,

Lay me, O where

Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

SONG.

[1603.]

TAKE, oh! take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn:
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kiffes bring again,

Bring again,

Seals of love, but sealed in vain,

Sealed in vain.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.