Yonder lies the snow, But my heart cannot melt it: And my poor heart hath felt it. I'LL NEVER LOVE MORE. STAY, O turn, O pity me That sighs, that sues for love of thee! O lack! I never loved before; If you deny, I'll never love more. No hope, no help! then wretched I THE BEWARE OF LOVE. HERE is not any wise man, Then never turn your eyes on They that love do live in hell, And therefore, men, beware. OUT UPON YE ALL! FOOLISH, idle toys, That nature gave unto us, But to curb our joys, And only to undo us; For since Lucretia's fall, There are none chaste at all; Or if perchance there be One in an empery, Some other malady Makes her far worse than she. "Twere too much to tell O, the devil take you INVOCATION TO APOLLO. all! AIR Apollo, whose bright beams FAIR Cheer all the world below: The birds that sing, the plants that spring, O, lend thy aid to a swain sore oppressed, Soon may find The delight that sense admits! Do remain In his mind to offend his wits! SAMUEL ROWLEY. [ONE of the players in the establishment of the Prince of Wales, and included in the list of Henslowe's authors. His principal pieces are the play from which the following song is know me. taken, and a comedy called When you see me you He also assisted other writers in some of the Moral Plays.] THE NOBLE SPANISH SOLDIER. SORROW. 1634. OH, sorrow, sorrow, say where dost thou dwell? In the lowest room of hell. Art thou born of human race? Oh, why into the world is sorrow sent? What dost thou feed on? What takest thou pleasure in? To weep, To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan, Oh when, oh when shall sorrow quiet have? THOMAS GOFFE. 1592-1627. [THOMAS GOFFE was born in Essex, about 1592, and educated at Westminster. In 1609 he entered Christ Church, Oxford, and having had the degree of bachelor of divinity conferred upon him, was preferred to the living of East Clandon, in Surrey, in 1623. He is said to have been a professed woman-hater, yet, notwithstanding, married the wife of his predecessor, who revenged the wrongs of the whole sex upon him by the violence of her temper, and finally, it is supposed, shortened his life. He died in 1627. He was the author of four dramas, and is believed in the latter part of his life to have embraced the church of Rome.] THE DRAMATISTS. 13 ORESTE S. 1633. NURSE'S SONG LULLABY, lullaby, baby, The King of Greece thou art born to be, Rest ever wait upon thy head, Sleep close thine eyes, The blessed guard tend on thy bed Of deities. O, how this brow will beseem a crown! Like the rays of the sun on the ground, The nurse of heaven will send thee milk; Mayst thou suck a Queen. Thy drink love's nectar, and clothes of silk; A god mayst thou seem. Cupid sit on this rosean cheek, On these ruby lips. May thy mind like a lamb be meek, In the vales which trips. Lullaby, lullaby, baby, &c. THE MADNESS OF ORESTES. WEEP, weep, you Argonauts, Bewail the day That first to fatal Troy You took your way. Weep, Greece, weep, Greece, Two kings are dead. Argos, thou Argos, now a grave No heir, no heir is left, But one that's mad. See, Argos, hast not thou Sleep, sleep, wild brain, To grieve for thy offence. THE CARELESS SHEPHERDESS. 1656. NOW THE FOLLY OF LOVE. fie on love, it ill befits, Or man and woman know it, Love was not meant for people in their wits, And they that fondly show it Betray their too much feathered brains, And shall have only Bedlam for their pains. To love is to distract my sleep, And waking to wear fetters; I'll leave it for my betters. If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse. THE TYRANNY OF CUPID. LIND Cupid lay aside thy bow, BLIND Thou dost not know its use, For love, thou tyranny dost show, Thou wert called a pretty boy, Art thought a skeleton, For thou like death dost still destroy, |