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SONG, 1598.

From the same.

On the plains, Fairy trains
Were a treading measures;

Satyrs play'd, Fairies staid,

At the stop's set leisures:

Nymphs began to come in quickly, Thick and threefold:

Now they dance, now they prance, Present there to behold.

SONG, 1598.

From the same.

SAY, dainty Dames, shall we go play,

And run among the flowers gay; About the valleys and high hills Which Flora with her glory fills? The gentle heart will soon be won, To dance and sport, till day be done.

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ANOTHER.

WE Shepherds sing, we pipe, and play;

With pretty sport we pass the day:
We care for no gold;

But with our fold,

We dance and prance, as Pleasure would.

AN ELEGY,

IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE HONOURABLE THE
LORD BOROUGH, 1598.

CEASE now, Delight! give Sorrow leave to speak; In floods of tears bewailing his decease,

Whose timeless death a stony heart would break; Sweet Borough's life was Music's, Life's, increase. Borough is dead! great Lord of greater famc, Live still on earth, by virtue of thy name!

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SONG, 1600.

HEN Thoralis delights to walk,

The Fairies do attend her;

They sweetly sing and sweetly talk,

And sweetly do commend her:

The Satyrs leap, and dance the round,

And make their congès to the ground;
And evermore their song it is,

Long may'st thou live, fair Thoralis!

SONG, 1604.

WHITHER SO fast? See how the kindly flowers Perfume the air, to make thee stay!

The climbing woodbine, clipping all these bowers, Clips thee likewise, for fear thou pass away! Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainsay.

Stay but awhile, Phoebe no tell-tale is:

She her Endymion, I'll my Phoebe kiss.

SONG, 1604.

SISTER, awake! The day her light discloses; And the bright morning doth arise,

Out of her bed of roses!

See the clear Sun, the World's bright eye,
In at our windows peeping;
Lo! how he blusheth to espy

U's idle wenches sleeping.

Therefore awake, make haste, I say;
And let us, without staying,

All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the Park a Maying.

SONG, 1588.

From "Byrd's Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs."

I JOY not in no earthly bliss;

I force not Croesus' wealth a straw;

For care I know not what it is;

I fear not Fortune's fatal law.

My mind is such as may not move For Beauty bright, nor force of Love.

I wish but what I have at will;

I wander not to seek for more;

I like the plain; I climb no hill;
In greatest storms I sit on shore,
And laugh at them that toil in vain,
To get what must be lost again.

I kiss not where I wish to kill;

I feign not love where most I hate;

I break no sleep to win my will;

I wait not at the mighty's gate: