When Shepherds pipe on oaten ftraws, Mocks married men; for thus fings he, Cuckow! cuckow! O word of fear, WINTE R. When ificles hang by the wall, And Dick the fhepherd blows his nail; A merry note, While greafy Jone doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And Marian's nofe looks red and raw; A merry note, While greafy Jone doth keel the pot. Arm. The words of Mercury Are harsh after the fongs of Apollo: You, that way; we, this way. [Exeunt omnes. The End of the Second Volume. |