A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,
Your stormy chiding stay;
Let zephyr only breathe

And with her tresses play,

Kissing sometimes those purple ports of death.

The winds all silent are;
And Phoebus in his chair
Ensaffroning sea and air
Makes vanish every star:
Night like a drunkard reels

Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels:
The fields with flowers are decked in every hue,
The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue:
Here is the pleasant place,

And everything, save her, who all should grace.

MADRIGAL

SISTER, awake! close not your eyes!

The day her light discloses,

And the bright morning doth arise
Out of her bed of roses.

See, the clear sun, the world's bright eye,

In at our window peeping:

Lo! how he blusheth to espy

Us idle wenches sleeping.

Therefore, awake! make haste, I say,

And let us, without staying,

All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the park a-maying.

ANON.

SPRING

T. NASH

SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant

king;

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The palm and may, make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay-
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet—
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet Spring!

PHILLIDA AND CORYDON

IN the merry month of May,
On a morn by break of day,

Forth I walked by the wood-side
Whenas May was in his pride:
There I spyed all alone
Phillida and Corydon.

Much ado there was, God wot!

He would love and she would not.

She said, never man was true;

He said, none was false to you.

N. BRETON

She said, Love should have no wrong;
He said, he had loved her long.
Corydon would kiss her then ;
She said, maids must kiss no men