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A MARILLIS told her swain,
Amarillis told her swain,
That in love he should be plain
And not think to deceive her. Chorus:
Still he protested on his truth
That he would never leave her.

If thou dost keep thy vow, quoth she,
And that thou ne'er dost leave me,
There's ne'er a swain in all the plain
That ever shall come near thee Chorus:
For garlands and embroidered scrips,
For I do love thee dearly.

O shapely Flower that must for aye endure!
O Voice of God that every heart must hear!
O Hymn of purest souls that dost unsphere
The ravished soul that lists! O white, white Gem!
O Rose that dost the senses drown in bliss!
No thing can stay, no thing can stem,
No thing can lure the heart to miss
Thy love, thy joy, thy rapture divine —
O Beauty, Beauty, ever thine
The soul, the heart, the brain,
To hymn thee in a loud perpetual strain,
Shriller and sweeter than song of wine,
Than lay of sorrow or love or war —

So, so,
Lo lilies, fade, before the roses show
Themselves in bow-dye, summer's livery.
Feasting the curious eye
With choice variety,
While as before
We did adore
Narcissus in his prime.
Now roses do delight
The nicer appetite:
Such is the vast disparity of time.

So, so,
One woman fades before another know
What 'tis to be in love; but in a trice
All men do sacrifice
To th' latter and despise
Her whom before
They did adore
Like lilies in their prime.

Submit , bunch of grapes,
To the strong barley-ear,
The weak vine no long
The laurel shall wear. Budget:
Sack, and all drinks else,
Desist from the strife;
Ale's th' only aqua vitae
And liquor of life. All together:
Then come, my boon fellows,
Let's drink it around;
It keeps us from th' grave,
Though it lays us o' th' ground. Budget:
Ale's a physician,
No mountebank bragger,
Can cure the chill ague,
Though 't be with the stagger. Ditty:
Ale's a strong wrestler,
Flings all it hath met,

Come let us be frolic and call for our tipple,
Our pockets we'll empty and our veins we will fill.
For sack we'll not lack, nor will we be gripple
But carouse in despite of the two topped hill. Chorus:

Parnassus shall pass us
Nor will we enquire
For the font of the Muses,
'Tis sack we desire.

Let the Frenchman delight in his white wine and red;
His vin de Paris is but pitiful geer.
'Tis the brave Spanish liquor that brings us to bed,
It charms all our senses and frees us from fear. Chorus:

What need we use many beseeches
Or trouble our brain with long speeches?
If we love, 'tis enough;
Hang poetical stuff,
As the rule of honesty teaches.

Chorus: if we love, 'tis enough
Hang poetical stuff,
As the rule of honesty teaches.

Why should we standing whining like fools,
Or woo by Platonical rules?
If they love, we'll repay't;

CHRIST'S WORDS .

I'm come, my spouse and sister dear;
I'm to my garden come;
I've gathered up my spice and myrrh,
And eat my honey-comb:

My feast of honey, milk, and wine,
With pleasure shar'd have I:
Come eat and drink, O friends of mine,
Yea, drink abundantly.

THE CHURCH'S WORDS .

I sleep, but yet my heart's awake;
A kindly knock I hear:

Jefferey

A MUSE (like this) of great and good desires
Though litle power (ad pittie twas no more),
To whom Calliope had lent some wires,
Wherof her owne Son's wond'rous harpe had store,
Whose bow'er was to the Wallnut tree next dore,
Which gaue to her occasion euery day
By him to passe, and him now thus to say.

2.

As long (rare Nymph) as you & I haue dwelt
So neere this auncient noble house of Thame.

Who has not heard, How many ages since
The famous Nigel slew the savage Boare
That did the Countrey spoyle, and by his Prince
Full worthily rewarded was therfore
With lands, and woods, & forrest-walkes good store,
Wherein he built vpon the Monsters stall

A Mansion fayre, w th by that name we call.

2.

Of all the trees that yeilded foode or fruite
The horrid hog did kill, supplant, or gnaw
One only Wall-nut, then a tender Shute,

B ETWEENE I ASPER & I EFFERYE .

I ASPER a Swayne vpon the Cotswold hill,
And Ieffrey, Shepheard on the banks of Thame,
Together met (as sometimes Shepheards will),
Iasper, who of a tale had heard the fame
That Iefferye told, desires to heare the same,
Which gentle Iefferye, easily entreated,
(At the desire of Iasper) thus repeated.