LII SPRING'S WELCOME WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu! she cries, Brave prick-song! Who is 't now we hear? J. Lyly. LIII ON A BANK AS I SAT A-FISHING THIS day Dame Nature seem'd in love ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, There stood my friend, with patient skill THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN Already were the eaves possess'd In Philomel's triumphing voice; The showers were short, the weather mild, And now, though late the modest rose Sir H. Wotton. 45 LIV THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN WHO can live in heart so glad Who See the morning sun arise, While he hears in every spring Or along the shallow brook, Till she have her covey Or to see the subtle fox, How the villain plies the box; Through the hedge and down the furrow Till he gets into his burrow : To behold that Shepherdess, —Fair Aglaia, in whose face Lives the shepherds' highest grace: For whose sake I say and swear, I would leave my kingly place SWEET are the thoughts that savour of content; Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest, The cottage that affords nor pride nor care, 1 Orig. 'Music's fare.' conjecture. R. Greene. 'Modest fare' is Mr. W. J. Linton's LVI 2 ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd? Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex'd O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny-hey nonny nonny! Can'st drink the waters of the crispèd spring? O sweet content! Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, No burden bears, but is a king, a king! Work O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny-hey nonny nonny! T. Dekker. LVII THE COUNTRY'S RECREATIONS QUIVERING fears, heart-tearing cares, Fly, fly to courts! Fly to fond worldlings' sports |