From _Deuteromelia_, 1609.
The Fly she sat in shamble-row And shambled with her heels I trow;
And then came in Sir Cranion With legs so long and many a one;
And said "Jove speed, dame Fly, dame Fly": "Marry, you be welcome, Sir," quoth she:
"The master Humble Bee hath sent me to thee To wit and if you will his true love be."
But she said "Nay, that may not be, For I must have the b.u.t.terfly,
For and a greater lord there may not be."
But at the last consent did she.
And there was bid to this wedding All Flies in the field and Worms creeping.
The Snail she came crawling all over the plain, With all her jolly trinkets in her train.
Ten Bees there came, all clad in gold, And all the rest did them behold;
But the Thornbud refused this sight to see, And to a cow-plat away flies she.
But where now shall this wedding be?-- For and hey-nonny-no in an old ivy-tree.
And where now shall we bake our bread?-- For and hey-nonny-no in an old horse-head.
And where now shall we brew our ale?-- But even within one walnut-shale.
And also where shall we our dinner make?-- But even upon a galled horse-back:
For there we shall have good company With humbling and b.u.mbling and much melody.
When ended was this wedding-day, The Bee he took his Fly away,
And laid her down upon the marsh Between one marigold and the long gra.s.s.
And there they begot good master gnat And made him the heir of all,--that"s flat.
From THOMAS WEELKES" _Airs or Fantastic Spirits_, 1608.
_Audivere, Lyce_.--HORACE.
The G.o.ds have heard my vows, Fond Lyce, whose fair brows Wont scorn with such disdain My love, my tears, my pain.
Fa la!
But now those spring-tide roses Are turn"d to winter-posies, To rue and thyme and sage, Fitting thy shrivell"d age.
Fa la!
Now, youths, with hot desire See, see, that flameless fire, Which erst your hearts so burned, Quick into ashes turned.
Fa la!
From _Pammelia_, 1609
_The household-bird with the red stomacher._--DONNE.
The lark, linnet and nightingale to sing some say are best; Yet merrily sings little Robin, pretty Robin with the red breast.
From RICHARD CARLTON"s _Madrigals_, 1601.
The love of change hath changed the world throughout, And what is counted good but that is strange?
New things wax old, old new, all turns about, And all things change except the love of change.
Yet find I not that love of change in me, But as I am so will I always be.
From JOHN DOWLAND"s _Third and last Book of Songs and Airs_, 1603.
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; And slender hairs cast shadows, though but small, And bees have stings, although they be not great; Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs; And love is love, in beggars and in kings!
Where waters smoothest run, deep are the fords; The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move; The firmest faith is in the fewest words; The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love; True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear, and see, and sigh, and then they break!
From CAMPION and ROSSETER"s _Book of Airs_, 1601.
The man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds, Or thought of vanity;
The man whose silent days In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude Nor sorrow discontent:
That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder"s violence:
He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies.
Thus scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, His wisdom heavenly things;
Good thoughts his only friends, His wealth a well-spent age, The earth his sober inn And quiet pilgrimage.
From WILLIAM BYRD"s _Songs of Sundry Natures_, 1589.
The greedy hawk with sudden sight of lure Doth stoop in hope to have her wished prey; So many men do stoop to sights unsure, And courteous speech doth keep them at the bay: Let them beware lest friendly looks be like The lure whereat the soaring hawk did strike.
From WILLIAM BYRD"s _Psalms, Sonnets and Songs_, 1588.
The match that"s made for just and true respects, With evenness both of years and parentage, Of force must bring forth many good effects.