XXXII A CLOWN'S HELEN AS this fair face the cause, quoth she, WAS Why the Grecians sackéd Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam's joy? With that she sighed as she stood, There's yet one good in ten. XXXIII A CLOWN'S SONG WHEN that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate. But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my beds, A great while ago the world begun, And we'll strive to please you every day. XXXIV FORESTER'S SONG WHAT shall he have that kill'd the deer? His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home; Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; It was a crest ere thou wast born: Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it! The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. XXXV A SAILOR'S SONG THE master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! XXXVI THE POWER OF SONG ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music in such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die. |