When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note, SHAKSPEARE. SONG. SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more One foot in sea and one on shore, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Sing no more ditties, sing no mo SHAKSPEARE. ARIEL'S SONG. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry; On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily; Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. VOL. III. SHAKSPEARE, K K SONG. TAKE, oh, take those lips away SHAKSPEARE. SONG. TO CELIA. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not wither'd be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. BEN JONSON. SONG. STILL to be neat, still to be dress'd Still to be powder'd, still perfumed; Though art's hid causes are not found, Give me a look, give me a face They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. BEN JONSON. SONG. WHENCE comes my love?—Oh, heart, disclose! Yet all so fair but speak my moan, Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak Sweet eye, sweet lip, sweet blushing cheek, Yet not a heart to save my pain? HARRINGTON. SONG. LOVE like a beggar came to me, He ask'd an alms; I gave him bread, Away he went; but, as he turn'd, He touch'd me so as that I burn'd, Love's silent flames and fires obscure And, though I saw no bow, I'm sure TO ANTHEA. BID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give HERRICK. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree; Or hid it languish quite away, Bid me to weep, and I will weep Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Or bid me die, and I will dare Thou art my life, my love, my heart, And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. HERRICK. SONG TO THE VIRGINS. GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And this same flower, that smiles to-day, The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. |