The Graces naked danced about the place,
The winds and trees amazed
With silence on her gazed,
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.

BEAUTY BATHING
BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring,

Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye

To see what was forbidden :
But better memory said Fie;
So vain desire was chidden-

Hey nonny nonny 0!

Hey nonny nonny !
Into a slumber then I fell,

And fond imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell,

Her feature or her fashion :
But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,

And sometimes fall a-weeping,
So I awaked as wise that while
As when I fell a-sleeping.

Anthony Munday.

DISCREET
•Open the door! Who's there within ?
The fairest of thy mother's kin,
O come, come, come abroad

And hear the shrill birds sing,

The air with tunes that load !
It is too soon to go to rest,
The sun not midway yet to west,

The day doth miss thee
And will not part until it kiss thee.'
• Were I as fair as you pretend,
Yet to an unknown seld-seen 1 friend,
I dare not ope the door :

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

opening the song is perpetua bering

With that, her fairest bosom showing,
Op'ning her lips, rich perfumes blowing,
She said, ' Now kiss me and be going,

My sweetest dear!
Kiss me this once and then be going,
For now the morning draweth near.'

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.'

Anon.

Sing his praises that doth keep

Our flocks from harm,
Pan, the father of our sheep;

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.

HYMN TO DIANA
QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair,

Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep:

Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Earth, let not thy envious shade

Dare itself to interpose;
| Cynthia's shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close :

Bless us then with wished sight,
Goddess excellently bright.

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,-
Goddess excellently bright.

B. Jonson.

THE CHASE
Art thou gone in haste ?

I'll not forsake thee;
Runn'st thou ne'er so fast,

I'll overtake thee :
O’er the dales, o'er the downs,

Through the green meadows,
From the fields through the towns,

To the dim shadows.

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

Upon the mountain rocks ;
And simple people never felt

The pain of lovers' mocks;