LULLABY From PATIENT GRISSEL THOMAS DEKKER OLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby : Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you; Rock them, rock them, lullaby. SONG MORNING From THE RAPE OF LUCRECE THOMAS HEYWOOD ACK clouds away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast, PRAISE OF CERES From SILVER AGE THOMAS HEYWOOD 'ITH fair Ceres, Queen of Grain, WH The reaped fields we roam, Each country peasant, nymph and swain, Sing their harvest home, Whilst the Queen of Plenty hallows Growing fields as well as fallows. Echo, double all our lays, Make the champians sound THE HUNTED SQUIRREL From BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS WILLIAM BROWNE HEN as a nimble squirrel from the wood, Thence to a beech, thence to a row of ashes; This torn and tatter'd, hath with much ado Got by the briers; and that hath lost his shoe; With sticks and stones, and many a sounding hollow, THE DESCRIPTION OF WALLA From BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS A WILLIAM BROWNE GREEN silk frock her comely shoulders clad, And took delight that such a seat it had, Which at her middle gathered up in pleats A love-knot girdle willing bondage threats. Down to her waist her mantle loose did fall, A deep fringe hung of rich and twisted gold. Upon her leg a pair of buskins white And, like her mantle, stitch'd with gold and green, (Fairer yet never wore the forest's queen). A silver quiver at her back she wore, With darts and arrows for the stag and boar; |