To become a country lad; 65 Nicholas Breton. Jack and Joan, they think no ill, Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen; Lash out, at a country feast, Their silver penny with the best. Well can they judge of nappy And tell at large a winter tale; Climb up to the apple loft, ale, And turn the crabs till they be soft. And little Tom the mother's boy. All their pleasure is content; And care, to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; Jack knows what brings gain or loss; Now, you courtly dames and knights, 66 Campion. His Grange, or Private Wealth Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I've none, I have to sing how day draws on. A maid, my Prew, by good luck sent That little Fates me gave or lent. I keep, which, creeking day by day, She goes Tells when I have, which with a jealous ear Lets loose Her tongue to tell that danger's near. A lamb I keep (tame) with my morsels fed, An orphan left him (lately dead). I keep, that plays about my house, With eating many a miching mouse. A Tracy I do keep whereby The more my rural privacy; But toys to give my heart some ease; None is, slight things do lightly please. Herrick. 67 To Lar No more shall I, since I am driven hence, year. Herrick. The Shepherd's Wife's Song Ah, what is Love? It is a pretty thing, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain? His flocks are folded, he comes home at night, As merry as a king in his delight; And merrier too; For kings bethink then what the state require, Where shepherds careless carol by the fire: Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain? He kisseth first, then sits as blithe to eat For kings have often fears when they do sup, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain? ween, To bed he goes, as wanton then, I More wanton too; For kings have many griefs affects to move, Where shepherds have no greater grief than love: If country loves such sweet desires do gain, Upon his couch of straw he sleeps as sound For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, Thus with his wife he spends the year as blithe And blither too; For kings have wars and broils to take in hand, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, 69 Greene. Perigot and Willy's Roundelay Perigot. It fell upon a holy eve, Willy. (Hey-ho, holy day!) Perigot. When holy fathers wont to shrieve, Willy. (Now 'ginneth this roundelay), Perigot. Sitting upon a hill so high, Willy. (Hey-ho, the high hill!) Perigot. The while my flock did feed thereby, Willy. The while the shepherd's self did spill; |