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This carol they began that hour,

With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino! How that a life was but a flower In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino! For love is crownéd with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

From MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever.
One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny!

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe
Of dumps so dull and heavy!
The fraud of men were ever so,
Since summer first was leafy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny!

From TWELFTH NIGHT

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

From MEASURE FOR MEASURE Take, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again;

Bring again;

Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain!

From CYMBELINE

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise, arise!

Оста

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;

SONNETS,

XVIII

quatrains Couplet

And summer's lease hath all too short b a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven 4 shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime de-