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THE PRETTY PET.
A blythe and bonnie country lass,
Heigh-ho, bonnie lass, Sat sighing on the tender
Heigh-ho, lither swain,
With smiling looks came straight unto her.
When as the wanton wench espied,
Heigh-ho, when she espied,
She simper'd smooth as bonny bell;
Heigh-ho, squint-e'ed kind, His arms about her body twined,
And, Fair lass, how fare ye? Well.
The country kit said, well forsooth,
Heigh-ho, well forsooth,
A longing tooth that makes me cry.
Heigh-ho, what gars thy grief?
I fear a maid that I must die.
If that be all, the shepherd said,
Heigh-bo, shepherd said,
And so secure thy malady;
Hereon they kiss'd with many an oath,
Heigh-ho with many an oath;
And to the church did hie them fast.
And God send every pretty pet,
Heigh-ho, the pretty pet, That fears to die of this conceit,
So kind a friend to help at last.
PHILLIDA AND CORYDON.
In the merry month of May,
Much ado there was, God wot!
Corydon would kiss her then,
Till they did for good and all.
Thus, with many a pretty oath,
and faith and troth!
And Phillida, with garlands gay,
Who would not that face admire!
Who would not this saint adore!
Though he thought to see no more!
Thou that art the shepherds' queen,
Look upon thy love-sick swain;
Dead men brought to life again.
The two foregoing Pieces are the composition of NICHOLAS BRETON, whose poety is considerable, and of various merit; an imperfect copy of the former of these, together with his “ Go, muse, rock me asleep,” have been inserted by Percy into the third vol. of “ Reliques,” without his knowing who their author was. Playford, in his “ Introduction to the Skill of Musick,” 1665, quotes the first stanza of Phillida and Corydon, set to music, for two voices, with the attached signature, B. R. Nicholas Breton supplied the press with a rich diversity of ingenious compositions, for more than forty years. He was born in 1555; died, 1624.
Would you be taught, ye feather'd throng,
To melt the sad, make blithe the
gay, And nature charm, Anne hath a way;
She hath a way,
When envy's breath, and rancorous tooth,
She bath a way,
But were it to my fancy given,
She hath a way,
The above is doubtfully ascribed to SHAKESPEARE, and purports to have been addressed to the lady he married : “ To the idol of