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, Sir H. Wotton. LIV THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN WHO can live in heart so glad 45 Or along the shallow brook, Till she have her covey Or to see the subtle fox, How the villain plies the box; Till he gets into his burrow: Then the bee to gather honey, With her forefeet wash her face: To behold that Shepherdess, To whose eyes all shepherds yield -Fair Aglaia, in whose face Lives the shepherds' highest grace: SWEET are the thoughts that savour of content; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest, The cottage that affords nor pride nor care, R. Greene. 1 Orig. 'Music's fare.' 'Modest fare' is Mr. W. J. Linton's conjecture, LVI 2 ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! 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? Then he that patiently want's burden bears, 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! T. Dekker. LVII THE COUNTRY'S RECREATIONS QUIVERING fears, heart-tearing cares, Fly, fly to courts ! Fly to fond worldlings' sports |