III

WHO

SILVIA

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 VER ET VENUS

T was a Lover and his Lass,

IT

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 crownéd 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.

VI

A.

TWO MAIDS WOOING A MAN

Autolycus-Dorcas-Mopsa

GET you hence, for I must go

Where it fits not you to know!

D. Whither? M. O whither? D. Whither?

M. It becomes thy oath full well

Thou to me thy secrets tell.

D. Me, too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou goest to the grange or mill.

D. If to either, thou dost ill.

A. Neither. D. What, neither? 4. Neither.
D. Thou hast sworn my Love to be.
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:

-Then whither goest? say, whither?

VII

RED AND WHITE

F She be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;

For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown :
Then if she fear, or be to blame,

By this you shall not know,For still her cheeks possess the same Which native she doth owe!

VIII

LOVE'S DESPAIR

TAKE, O, take those lips away

That so sweetly were forsworn;

And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn :

But my kisses bring again;

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain ;

-Seal'd in vain.