Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O! none, unless this miracle have might, W. SHAKESPEARE. 5. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE. Come live with me and be my Love, There will we sit upon the rocks There will I make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds B Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing C. MARLOWE. 6. A MADRIGAL. Crabbed Age and Youth Age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame : Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee; O! my Love, my Love is young! Age, I do defy thee O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. W. SHAKESPEARE. 7. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And pleased with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither! No enemy But winter and rough weather. W. SHAKESPEARE. 8. It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino! In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : How that life was but a flower : And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino ! For love is crowned with the prime Sweet lovers love the Spring. W. SHAKESPEARE. 9. PRESENT IN ABSENCE. Absence, hear thou my protestation Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration: Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. Who loves a mistress of such quality, Affection's ground Beyond time, place, and all mortality. Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry. By absence this good means I gain, Where none can watch her, ANON. 10. ABSENCE. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour When you have bid your servant once adieu : Nor dare I question with my jealous thought So true a fool is love, that in your will, W. SHAKESPEARE. How like a winter hath my absence been And yet this time removed was summer's time: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, |