A belt of straw and ivy buds, The shepherd swains shall dance and sing, THE NYMPH'S REPLY. SIR WALTER RALEIGH, born 1552, died 1618. But fading flowers in every field, Thy gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy belt of straw, and ivy-buds, But could Youth last, could Love still breed Originally printed with the signature of "Ignoto." PHILLIS THE FAIR. NICHOLAS BRETON, born 1555, died 16— On a hill there grows a flower, In that bower there is a chair, Fringed all about with gold, Where doth sit the fairest fair, That ever eye did yet behold. It is Phillis, fair and bright, She that is the shepherd's joy, She that Venus did despite, And did blind her little boy. Who would not that face admire? Who would not this saint adore? Who would not this sight desire ? Though he thought to see no more. Thou that art the shepherd's queen, By thy comfort have been seen, Dead men brought to life again. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. NICHOLAS BRETON. In the merry month of May, When anon by a wood side, Phillida and Corydon. Much ado there was, GoD wot; He would love and she would not. She said, never man was true; He said, he had loved her long: She says, maids must kiss no men. Till they do for good and all— Then with many a pretty oath, Love, that had been long deluded, Was made the lady of the May. This song, as we learn from "Percy's Relics," was sung before Queen Elizabeth at Elvetham in Hampshire, as she opened the casement of her gallery window in the morning, by" three excellent musitians, disguised in auncient country attire." The following version of the song is given in England's Helicon : In the merry month of May, Much ado there was, GoD wot, She said never man was true, He said he had lov'd her long, She said, love should have no wrong. Coridon would kiss her then, She said, maids must kiss no men, Till they did for good and all: Never lov'd a truer youth. Such as silly shepherds use When they will not love abuse. Love which had been long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded. And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the lady of the May.-N. BRETON. YE LITTLE BIRDS THAT SIT AND SING. From THOMAS HEYWOOD'S "Fairy Maide of the Exchange," 1615. And see how Phillis sweetly walks Go, pretty birds, about her bower, Go tell her through your chirping bills, To her is only known my love, See that your notes strain not too low, Go tune your voices' harmony, Strain loud and sweet, that every note O fly, make haste, see, see she falls Sing round about her rosy bed, WHAT PLEASURE HAVE GREAT PRINCES. From BYRD's "Songs and Sonnets of Sadness and Pietie," 1588. WHAT pleasure have great princes, More dainty to their choice, And fortune's fate not fearing, Sing sweet in summer morning? Their dealings plain and rightful, All day their flocks each tendeth, For lawyers and their pleading Where conscience judgeth plainly; Oh, happy who thus liveth, To keep him from the cold, |