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THE LULLABY OF A LOVER.
Sing lullabies, as women do,
With which they charm their babes to rest;
As womanly as can the best.
babes have I,
First lullaby my youthful years :
It is now time to go to bed :
Have wore the haven within mine head.
Next, lullaby my gazing eyes,
Which wonted were to glance apace ;
To shew the furrows in my face.
And lullaby, my wanton will,
Let reason's rule now rein thy thought,
How dear I have thy fancies bought;
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
My will, my ware, and all that was ;
But, welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
THE DOLE OF DESPAIR,
WRITTEN BY A LOVER
Disdainfully rejected, contrary to former Promises.
I must alledge, and thou canst tell
How faithfully I vow'd to serve:
And how thou faidst I did deserve
And canst thou now, thou cruel one;
Condemn desert to deep despair?
Is faith so fled into the air ?
If Cressid's name were not so known,
And written wide on every wall ;
Upon Angelica withall;
And in reward of thy desert,
I hope at last to see thee paid With deep repentance for thy part
Which thou hast now so lewdly play'd; Medoro, he must be thy make, Since thou Orlando doft forsake.
As man's ingratitude :
Although thy breath be rude.
As benefits forgot:
As friend remember'd not.
n a day, (alack the day!) Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom, passing fair, Playing in the wanton air. Through the velvet leaves the wind All unfeen 'gan passage find, That the lover, fick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's breath. Air (quoth he) thy cheeks may blow;Air, would I might triumph so! But, alack! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn,
Vow, alack! for youth unmeet,
SPRING, A SONG. When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks, all filver white,
Do paint the meadows with delight,
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks;