I

REVEILLEZ

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes :

With every thing that pretty is,
My Lady sweet, arise:

II

FANCY

TELL me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?

-Reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed; and Fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell :

I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell :-
Ding, dong, bell.

III

SILVIA

WHO is Silvia? what is She

That all our swains commend her?

Holy, fair and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her

That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair

To help him of his blindness,
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing

That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.

IV

YOUTH AND LOVE

Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear; your true-love's coming

That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

What is Love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter ;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and-twenty

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

V

IT

IT VER ET VENUS

was a Lover and his Lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye

These pretty country folks would lie.

This carol they began that hour,

How that a life was but a flower :

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; For love is crowned with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:

Sweet lovers love the spring.