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Another shepherd you did see, To whom your heart was soon enchained; Full soon your love was leapt from me, Full soon my place he had obtained.
Soon came a third your love to win, And we were out and he was in.
Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Sure you have made me pa.s.sing glad That you your mind so soon removed, Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved: For all my love was pa.s.s'd and done Two days before it was begun.
Adieu, Love, adieu, Love, untrue Love!
Untrue Love, untrue Love, adieu, Love!
Your mind is light, soon lost for new love.
Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 1599
56. Crabbed Age and Youth The Pa.s.sionate Pilgrim ? by William Shakespeare
CRABBeD Age and Youth Cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare.
Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, Age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame.
Age, I do abhor thee; Youth, I do adore thee; O, my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee: O, sweet shepherd, hie thee!
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 1600
57. Phyllida's Love-Call England's Helicon
Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!
t.i.tan s.h.i.+neth clear.
Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?
Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee, Arise then, arise then, Arise and keep thy flock with me!
Cor. Phyllida, my true love, is it she?
I come then, I come then, I come and keep my flock with thee.
Phyl. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon; Eat them for my sake.
Cor. Here 's my oaten pipe, my lovely one, Sport for thee to make.
Phyl. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, To knit thee, to knit thee, A pair of stockings white as milk.
Cor. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, To make thee, to make thee, A bonnet to withstand the heat.
Phyl. I will gather flowers, my Corydon, To set in thy cap.
Cor. I will gather pears, my lovely one, To put in thy lap.
Phyl. I will buy my true love garters gay, For Sundays, for Sundays, To wear about his legs so tall.
Cor. I will buy my true love yellow say, For Sundays, for Sundays, To wear about her middle small.
Phyl. When my Corydon sits on a hill Making melody-- Cor. When my lovely one goes to her wheel, Singing cheerily-- Phyl. Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness, for sweetness, Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight.
Cor. And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness, for clearness, Beyond the nymphs that be so bright.
Phyl. Had my Corydon, my Corydon, Been, alack! her swain-- Cor. Had my lovely one, my lovely one, Been in Ida plain-- Phyl. Cynthia Endymion had refused, Preferring, preferring, My Corydon to play withal.
Cor. The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing, bequeathing, My Phyllida the golden ball.
Phyl. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon!
Whither shall I fly?
Cor. Under yonder beech, my lovely one, While she pa.s.seth by.
Phyl. Say to her thy true love was not here; Remember, remember, To-morrow is another day.
Cor. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; Farewell then, farewell then!
Heaven keep our loves alway!
say] soie, silk.
Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 1600
58. A Pedlar John Dowland's Second Book of Songs or Airs
FINE knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new, Good pennyworths--but money cannot move: I keep a fair but for the Fair to view-- A beggar may be liberal of love.
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true, The heart is true.
Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; My trifles come as treasures from my mind: It is a precious jewel to be plain; Sometimes in sh.e.l.l the orient'st pearls we find:-- Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain!
Of me a grain!
Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 16th Cent.
59. Hey nonny no!
Christ Church MS.
HEY nonny no!
Men are fools that wish to die!
Is 't not fine to dance and sing When the bells of death do ring?
Is 't not fine to swim in wine, And turn upon the toe, And sing hey nonny no!
When the winds blow and the seas flow?
Hey nonny no!
Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 16th Cent.
60. Preparations Christ Church MS.
YET if His Majesty, our sovereign lord, Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say 'I'll be your guest to-morrow night,'
How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! 'Let no man idle stand!
'Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall; See they be fitted all; Let there be room to eat And order taken that there want no meat.
See every sconce and candlestick made bright, That without tapers they may give a light.
'Look to the presence: are the carpets spread, The dazie o'er the head, The cus.h.i.+ons in the chairs, And all the candles lighted on the stairs?
Perfume the chambers, and in any case Let each man give attendance in his place!'
Thus, if a king were coming, would we do; And 'twere good reason too; For 'tis a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, And after all our travail and our cost, So he be pleased, to think no labour lost.
