Good-morning to this primrose too,
Good-morrow to each maid

That will with flowers the tomb bestrew
Wherein my love is laid.

Ah! woe is me, woe, woe is me,

Alack and well-a-day!

For pity, sir, find out that bee
Which bore my love away.

I'll seek him in your bonnet brave,
I'll seek him in your eyes;

Nay, now I think they've made his grave
I' th' bed of strawberries.

I'll seek him there; I know ere this The cold, cold earth doth shake him; But I will go or send a kiss

By you, sir, to awake him.

Pray hurt him not; though he be dead,
He knows well who do love him,
And who with green turfs rear his head,
And who do rudely move him.

He's soft and tender (pray take heed);
With bands of cowslips bind him,
And bring him home; but 'tis decreed
That I shall never find him.

Herrick.

SIGH NO MORE, LADIES

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CCL

SIGH NO MORE, LADIES

SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.

P

Shakespeare.

CCLI

TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY

TAKE, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn ;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn :
But my kisses bring again,

Bring again;

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,

Seal'd in vain!

Shakespeare.

CCLII

A LEAVE-TAKING

HARDEN now thy tirèd heart with more than flinty rage!

Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief assuage!

Once true happy days thou saw'st when she stood firm and kind,

Both as one then lived and held one ear, one tongue, one mind:

But now those bright hours be fled, and never may return;

What then remains but her untruths to mourn?

Silly traitress, who shall now thy careless tresses place?

Who thy pretty talk supply, whose ear thy music grace?

FAREWELL, FALSE LOVE!

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Who shall thy bright eyes admire? What lips triumph with thine?

Day by day who'll visit thee and say 'Th' art only mine'?

Such a time there was, God wot; but such can

never be :

Too oft, I fear, thou wilt remember me.

CCLIII

T. Campion.

FAREWELL, FALSE LOVE!

AWAY, delights! go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.

Farewell, false love! thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.

For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas, for pity go

And fire their hearts

That have been hard to thee! Mine was not so.

Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die ;

And all those griefs, that think to overgrow me,
Shall be as I :

For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry

'Alas, for pity stay,

And let us die

With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.'

J. Fletcher.

CCLIV

AN EARNEST SUIT TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS, NOT TO FORSAKE HIM

AND wilt thou leave me thus ?

Say nay, say nay, for shame!
-To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame.1
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay! say nay !

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among :
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart

Never for to depart

Neither for pain nor smart :

And wilt thou leave me thus ?
Say nay! say nay!

And wilt thou leave me thus,

And have no more pitye

Of him that loveth thee?

Alas, thy cruelty!

And wilt thou leave me thus ?

Say nay! say nay !

1 Sorrow.

Sir Thomas Wyat.