MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. SIGH INCONSTANCY OF MEN. I no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore; But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; 2 Sing no more ditties, sing no mo Then sigh not so, &c. HERO'S EPITAPH. DONE to death by slanderous tongues PAR HYMN AT THE TOMB. OARDON, goddess of the night, Those that slew thy virgin knight; For the which, with songs of woe, Round about her tomb they go. Midnight, assist our moan; Graves yawn, and yield your dead, Heavenly, heavenly. Y on sinful fantasy! FY Fy on lust and luxury! Kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart; whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. Pinch him for his villainy; Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, TWELFTH NIGHT. SWEET-AND-TWENTY. MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. SLAIN BY LOVE. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: Sad true lover never find my grave, THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY. HEN that I was and a little tiny boy, WHE 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, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, AS YOU LIKE IT. UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. [NDER the greenwood tree, Unto the sweet bird's throat, No enemy But winter and rough weather. * The Fool in King Lear sings a snatch of a ballad with the same burthen : 'He that has and a little tiny wit, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Who doth ambition shun, And pleased with what he gets, No enemy, But winter and rough weather. If it do come to pass, Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me. INGRATITUDE. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! &c. *There was an old Saxon proverb, Winter shall warp water. |