MADRIGAL. From Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, 1602. MY love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings fit, When all her robes are on: But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. THE GRACE OF BEAUTY. From Dowland's Third Book of Songs or Airs, 1603. BY a fountain where I lay, (All blessed be that blessed day!) By the glimmering of the sun, When I might see alone My true love, fairest one! Love's clear sight! No world's eyes can clearer see! A fairer sight none can be! Fair with garlands all addrest, Came to this fountain near, Such a face! Such a grace! Happy! happy eyes! that see Then I forthwith took my pipe, "Welcome, fair Queen of May! Welcome Fair! Welcome be the Shepherds' Queen! LULLABY. From Dowland's Third Book of Songs or Airs, 1603. WEEP you no more, sad fountains, What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Sleeping. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. (1564-1616.) There are several convenient modern reprints of Shakespeare's Songs and Sonnets, including Prof. Dowden's, Prof. Palgrave's, and the edition by Mr. William Sharp in the Canterbury Poets. About the sonnets a voluminous literature has grown up. They appeared in 1609. It is conjectured they were written about 1598. From Love's Labour's Lost, Act v. Sc. 2. WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. From Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. I. VER hill, over dale, OVER Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, To dew her orbs upon the green. In those freckles live their savours: From Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 2. First Fairy. YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Chorus. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby; Never harm, Nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. First Fairy. Weaving spiders, come not here: Chorus. Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence! Worm, nor snail, do no offence. From The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act iv. Sc. I. WHO is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? 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 helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, To her let us garlands bring. From The Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2. ELL me where is fancy bred, TELL Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes, From As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 5. UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me And turn his merry note |