Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore, Fresh Spring, the herald of love's mighty king, Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, God Lyæus, ever young, Go, happy rose, and interwove, Go, heart, unto the lamp of light, Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Go, lovely rose, Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good, Hear me, O God! - Heavenly fair Urania's son, Hence all you vain delights, Here she lies, a pretty bud, - 216 How happy was I when I saw her lead, - I dare not ask a kiss, I have done one braver thing, I have lost, and lately, these, - I never drank of Aganippe well, In hope to 'scape the law, do nought amiss, In the hour of my distress, In vain he seeks for beauty that excelleth, I saw Eternity the other night, I saw my lady weep, I saw my lady weeping, and Love did languish, I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, It is not growing like a tree, It is too clear a brightness for man's eye, - I would thou wert not fair, or I were wise, Jolly shepherd, shepherd on a hill, Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting, Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide, Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, Like to the falling of a star, Little think'st thou, poor flower, Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same, Love, that liveth and reigneth in my thought, May! be thou never graced with birds that sing, - 137 Men call you fair, and you do credit it, More than most fair, full of the living fire, - Most glorious Lord of life! that, on this day, - My Girl, thou gazest much, My light thou art, without thy glorious sight,- - 18 - 16 - 153 - 17 - 236 9 - 254 78 My maiden Isabel, My mind to me a kingdom is, My soul, there is a country, My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul, Now is the time for mirth, - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Now winter nights enlarge, - Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more, O'er the smooth enamelled green, O, fair sweet face! O, eyes celestial bright, O no more, no more, too late, O the merry Christ-Church bells, 2 48 - 250 126 46 90 47 - 255 92 - 77 · 74 - 206 - 196 - 155 - 132 - 193 - 192 - 158 - 131 121 84 92 - 196 - 238 - 161 - 170 O the month of May, the merry month of May, Out upon it, I have loved, Over hill, over dale, Over the mountains, O waly, waly, up the bank, O whither dost thou fly? cannot my vow, Pack clouds away, and welcome day, Pinch him, pinch him, black and blue, Pipe, merry Annot, Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure, Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Rose-cheeked Laura, Roses, their sharp spines being gone, - 159 - 168 Round-a, round-a, keep your ring, - - 169 Sabrina fair, - - 194 Sees not my love how Time resumes, See where my love a-maying goes, See where she issues in her beauty's pomp, Set me where Phoebus' heat the flowers slayeth, Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Since, there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears, Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright! - Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that livest unseen, - Sweet rose, whence is this hue, Sweet, serene, sky-like flower, Sweet Spring, thou com'st with all thy goodly train, Sweet thrall, first step to Love's felicity,- Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread, Take, O take those lips away, Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, Tell me where is fancy bred, - The glories of our blood and state, The hunt is up, the hunt is up, The Lady Mary Villers lies, The last and greatest herald of heaven's King, - The means, therefore, which unto us is lent, There is none, O none but you, The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er, - They flee from me that sometime did me seek, - 7 - 143 This way, this way come, and hear, Though I have twice been at the doors of death, Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air, To ask for all thy love, and thy whole heart, 't were mad- ness! - 132 - 158 142 · 141 |