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But little birds would carry tales
'Twixt Susan and her sweeting, And all the dainty nightingales
Did sing at lovers' meeting :
Where shepherds did assemble,
When hearts could not dissemble.
nay was thought an oath
We were not to be flouted.
Of butter, cheese, and milk;
Nor of the golden silk,
A purse, a pair of knives,
And so the shepherd wives.
But now we have so much ado,
And are so sore aggrieved,
We cannot be believed.
but favour move, And such intolerable pains
Ere one can hit on love;
That if I still shall bide this life
'Twixt love and deadly hate, I will go learn the country life, Or leave the lover's state.
Love in my bosom, like a bee,
Doth suck his sweet :
Now with his feet.
Ah! wanton, will ye?
And if I sleep, then percheth he
With pretty flight,
The livelong night.
Whist, wanton, still ye!
Else I with roses every day
Will whip you hence,
For your offence.
If he gainsay me?
Because a god.
many a rod ?
THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE
Where pleasures and repentance dwell ;
That tolls all into heaven or hell:
And this is Love, as I heard tell. i Saint's bell, quod ad sancta vocat. Another form is 'sacring bell,' the bell sounded at the elevation of the Host.
THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION OF LOVE 77
MEL. Yet what is Love, I prithee say?
It is December matched with May,
Hear ten months after of the play:
Mel. Yet what is Love, good Shepherd, sain ?
It is a toothache, or like pain;
The lass saith no, and would full fain;
Mel. Yet, Shepherd, what is Love, I pray?
A pretty kind of sporting fray;
Mel. Yet what is Love, good Shepherd, show!
A prize that passeth to and fro;
And he that proves shall find it so:
Sir W. Raleigh.
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Let us all ring fancy's knell :
I'll begin it, -Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding dong, bell.
All remedies refusing ;
Love is a torment of the mind,
A tempest everlasting ;
Why so ?