From GEORGE PEELE's The Old THE IMPATIENT MAID. WHENAS the rye reach to the chin, WHE And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within, Strawberries swimming in the cream, And schoolboys playing in the stream; She could not live a maid. HARVESTMEN A-SINGING. ALL ye that lovely lovers be, Pray you for me : Lo, here we come a-sowing, a-sowing, In your sweet hearts well may it prove! Lo, here we come a-reaping, a-reaping, And thus we pass the year so long, CELANTA AT THE WELL OF LIFE. A Head comes up with ears of corn, and she combs them in her lap. Voice. ENTLY dip, but not too deep, GE For fear you make the golden beard to weep. Fair maiden, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head, And thou shalt have some cockell-bread. A Second Head comes up full of gold, which she combs into her lap. Sec. Head. Gently dip, but not too deep, For fear thou make the golden beard to weep. Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head, And every hair a sheaf shall be, And every sheaf a golden tree. From GEORGE PEELE'S David and Bethsabe, 1599. BETHSABE BATHING. HOT sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair: Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me ; Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me, and please me : Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning, Make not my glad cause cause of mourning. Let not my beauty's fire From LODGE and GREENE'S A DO ME RIGHT AND DO ME REASON. EAUTY, alas! where wast thou born, BEAUT Thus to hold thyself in scorn? Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee, I and thou in sooth are one, Fairer thou, I fairer none : Wanton thou, and wilt thou, wanton, Heigh-ho! I love, heigh-ho! I love, Heigh-ho! and yet he eyes me not. SPRIN From THOMAS NASHE'S Summer's Last Will and Testament, 1600. SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING. PRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, The palm and may make country houses gay, The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Spring, the sweet spring! A-MAYING, A-PLAYING. TRIP RIP and go! heave and ho! So merrily trip and go! FAIR FADING SUMMER. AIR summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore, So fair a summer look for never more: All good things vanish less than in a day, Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year, |