XXXVI. AMIENS' SONG. II. LOW, blow, thou winter wind, BLOW, 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: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh ho sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. XXXVII. FESTE, THE JESTER'S SONG. I. O MISTRESS mine! where are you roaming? O! stay and hear; your true love's coming, What is love? 'tis not hereafter; XXXVIII. FESTE, THE JESTER'S SONG. II. OME away, come away, death, COME 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, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where Sad true lover never find my grave, XXXIX. SONG. RPHEUS with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Fall asleep, or hearing, die. XL. SERENADE. HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; XLI. F A DIRGE. EAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great ; Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! |