FLOWER O' THE MIND FANCIES FANCIES are but streams Of vain pleasure; True joys measure, Feasting, starve, laughing, weep, Playing, smart; whilst in sleep Fools, with shadows smiling, Wake and find Hopes like wind, Idle hopes, beguiling. Thoughts fly away; Time hath passed them; Wake now, awake! see and taste them! John Ford (?) [f. 1639] TOM O' BEDLAM THE morn's my constant mistress, And the lovely owl my marrow; And the night-crow, make Me music to my sorrow. I know more than Apollo; For oft, when he lies sleeping, I behold the stars At mortal wars, And the rounded welkin weeping. The moon embraces her shepherd, And the Queen of Love her warrior; The stars of the morn, And the next the heavenly farrier. rrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! ding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, er Ebon shades, and low-browed Rocks, mmerian desert ever dwell. Jou Goddess fair and free, lept Euphrosyne, heart-easing Mirth, Venus, at a birth, ter Graces more, nèd Bacchus bore; as some Sager sing) ind that breathes the Spring, Aurora playing, er once a-Maying, eds of Violets blue, own Roses washed in dew, ith thee, a daughter fair, lithe, and debonair. e, Nymph, and bring with thee thful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, On the light fantastic toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, To live with her, and live with thee, While the Cock, with lively din, Oft listening how the Hounds and horn By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, L'Allegro very Shepherd tells his tale the Hawthorn in the dale. ht mine eye hath caught new pleasures t the Landscape round it measures, t Lawns, and Fallows Gray, ethe nibbling flocks do stray, tains on whose barren breast aboring clouds do often rest: ows trim with Daisies pied, ow Brooks, and Rivers wide. rs, and Battlements it sees med high in tufted Trees, e perhaps some beauty lies, Cynosure of neighboring eyes. by a Cottage chimney smokes, betwixt two aged Oaks, re Corydon and Thyrsis met. at their savory dinner set erbs, and other Country Messes, he tanned Haycock in the Mead. many a youth, and many a maid, the live-long day-light fail; n to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, h stories told of many a feat, v Faery Mab the junkets eat. was pinched, and pulled she said; he, by Friar's Lantern led, s how the drudging Goblin sweat, earn his Cream-bowl duly set, 2959 When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, In Saffron robe, with Taper clear, Such as the meeting soul may pierce The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed |