...I was woe, Fortune chang&d made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for dice. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes,...

...woe, Fortune changed made him so ; When he had left his pretty boy, Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old, there 's grief enough for thee. The wanton smiled, father wept, Mother cried, baby leapt ; More he...

...I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That...

...content both crowne and kingdom is. MARLOWE. 91 A moat touching song is his Mother to her Infant : Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's griefe enough for thee, etc. Marlowe,* the rival, almost the superior, of Shakspeare, was another -wild...

...sins for the sake of his pure am beautiful verses. EDMUND W. GOSSE. SEPHESTIA'S SONG TO HER CHILD. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such a boy...

...I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That...

...I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty boy Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That...

...draws us to a conclusion, and we can barely notice the beautiful song to a child, by Greene (p. 405). ' Weep not my wanton, smile upon my knee ;. When thou art old there's grief enough for thee,' a song which reminds us more than anything else in English literature of the exquisite 'Songs of Innocence,'...

...I was woe; Fortune changed made him so When he left his pretty boy, Last his sorrow, first his joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That...

...part, Tears of blood fell from hit heart, When he left his pretty boy, 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 wanton smil'd, father wept, Mother cried, baby lept; More he crow'd, more we cried, Nature could not...