BEAUTY BATHING The Graces naked danced about the place, With silence on her gazed, 69 The flower did smile, like those upon her face; And as their aspen stalks those fingers band, That she might read my case, A hyacinth I wished me in her hand. Drummond of Hawthornden. LXXI BEAUTY BATHING BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her; But better memory said Fie; So vain desire was chidden- Hey nonny nonny! Into a slumber then I fell, And fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell, Her feature or her fashion: O! But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile, So I awaked as wise that while As when I fell a-sleeping. Anthony Munday. LXXII DISCREET 'OPEN the door! Who's there within ? The fairest of thy mother's kin, And hear the shrill birds sing, And will not part until it kiss thee.' 'Were I as fair as you pretend, 1 Yet to an unknown seld-seen 1 friend, To hear the sweet birds sing Oft proves a dangerous thing. The sun may run his wonted race And yet not gaze on my poor face; The day may miss me : Therefore depart; you shall not kiss me.' Anon. LXXIII THE WAKENING ON a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye? Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, For now the morning draweth near.' 1 Seldom seen. HYMN TO PAN With that, her fairest bosom showing, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then be going, With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, And spying that the day was peeping, He said, 'Now take my soul in keeping, My sweetest dear! Kiss me and take my soul in keeping, Since I must go, now day is near.' 71 Anon. LXXIV HYMN TO PAN SING his praises that doth keep And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round, Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound. Pan, O great god Pan, to thee Thus do we sing! Thou who keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring: Ever by thy honour spoke From that place the morn is broke To that place day doth unyoke! J. Fletcher. LXXV HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, State in wonted manner keep: Earth, let not thy envious shade Heaven to clear when day did close : Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st a day of night,— B. Jonson. ANTIQUE COURTSHIP LXXVI THE CHASE ART thou gone in haste? O'er the dales, o'er the downs, Through the green meadows, All along the plain, To the low fountains, Up and down again From the high mountains; Echo then shall again Tell her I follow, And the floods to the woods Carry my holla! Holla! Ce la! ho! ho! hu! Wm. Rowley. LXXVII ANTIQUE COURTSHIP In time of yore when shepherds dwelt And simple people never felt |