...like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet." — LODGE. "Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee, When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee." — GREENE. " There is One That wakes above, whose eye no sleep can bind." — CHAPMAN. " I shall have...

...your beadsman now that was your knight, From Polyhymnia, Robert Greene (1560-1592) Weep not, My Wanton WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee : When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee, Father's sorrow, father's joy : When thy father first did see Such...

...I was woe, Fortune changed made him so, When he left his pretty bov 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...

...sins for the sake of his pure and 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 thcc. Mother's wag, pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy ; When thy father first did see Such...

...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...

...to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me ! T. Campion LX 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 Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That...

...painted blind. ..." Define a lyric. ROBERT GREENE 1560-1592 Optional Poem Samela SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY 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 ; 5 When thy...

...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...