Thou Chained How easily wert thou chained, But since thou art now beguiled My love still here increaseth, A goddess so much graced, In her most heavenly breast, HOW EASILY CHAINED But love, that so kind proved, Woe then must needs confound us, thy Tired Heart Harden now thy tired heart, with more than flinty rage! Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief assuage! Once true happy days thou saw'st when she stood firm and kind,. Both as one then lived and held one ear, one tongue, one mind: But now those bright hours be fled, and never may return; What then remains but her untruths to mourn? Silly traitoress, who shall now thy careless tresses place? Who thy pretty talk supply, whose ear thy music grace? Who shall thy bright eyes admire? what lips triumph with thine? Day by day who'll visit thee and say: "Thou art only mine?" Such a time there was, God wot, but such shall never be: Too oft, I fear, thou wilt remember me. Jack and Joan, they Think no Ill Jack and Joan, they think no ill, Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen; Lash out, at a country feast, Their silver penny with the best. Well can they judge of nappy ale, And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the father's joy, And little Tom the mother's boy. All their pleasure is content; And care, to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; She can wreaths and tuttyes make, And trim with plums a bridal cake. Jack knows what brings gain or loss; And his long flail can stoutly toss: Makes the hedge, which others break; And ever thinks what he doth speak. Now, you courtly dames and knights, That study only strange delights; Though you scorn the home-spun gray, And revel in your rich array: Though your tongues dissemble deep, And can your heads from danger keep; Yet, for all your pomp and train, Securer lives the silly swain. |