SONG. [1609.] HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate fings, And Phoebus gins arise, On chaliced flowers that lies: And winking Mary-buds begin With every thing that pretty bin: Arise, arise. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. SONG. [1612.] FULL fathom five thy father lies: Hark! now I hear them,—ding, dong, bell. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. SONG. [1612.] COME unto these yellow sands, Courtfied when you have, and kissed, Foot it featly here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Bough, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Hark, hark! I hear The ftrain of ftrutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. SONG. [1612.] WHERE the bee sucks, there suck 1; In a cowflip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry: On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, fhall I live now, Under the bloom that hangs on the bough. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. SONG. [1598?] I. SWEETEST love, I do not go, But fince that I At the last must part, 'tis best Thus to use myself in jest By feigned deaths to die. II. Yesternight the sun went hence, But believe that I shall make More wings and spurs than he. III. O how feeble is man's power, That, if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, Nor a loft hour recall! But come bad chance, IV. When thou figh'st thou figh'ft no wind, It cannot be That thou lovft me, as thou say`st, V. Let not thy divining heart Are but turned afide to fleep: They, who one another keep JOHN DONNE. MADRIGAL. [1598.] LADY, your words do spite me, Yet your sweet lips so soft kiss and delight me; Since both have force to kill me, Let kifes sweet, sweet kill me! My ghost from hence shall wander, Singing and dying, finging and dying. WILBYE'S MADRIGALS. MADRIGAL. [1598.] LADY, when I behold the roses sprouting, Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours, For viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes, WILBYE'S MADRIGALS. |