MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. SIGH INCONSTANCY OF MEN. I GH no more, ladies, sigh no more One foot in sea, and one on shore; But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; 2 Sing no more ditties, sing no mo Then sigh not so, &c. HERO'S EPITAPH. DONE to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies; Death, in guerdon of her wrongs, Gives her fame which never dies: So the life that died with shame, Lives in death with glorious fame. Hang thou there upon the tomb, Praising her when I am dumb. HYMN AT THE TOMB. PARDON, goddess of the night, Midnight, assist our moan; Graves yawn, and yield your dead, Heavenly, heavenly. Y on sinful fantasy! FY Fy on lust and luxury! Lust is but a bloody fire, Kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart; whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. Pinch him for his villainy; Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, TWELFTH NIGHT. SWEET-AND-TWENTY. 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; SLAIN BY LOVE. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : Sad true lover never find my grave, THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY. WHEN that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But when I came, alas! to wive, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A great while ago the world begun, AS YOU LIKE IT. UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE. UNDER [NDER the greenwood tree, And tunet his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy But winter and rough weather. *The Fool in King Lear sings a snatch of a ballad with the same burthen : 'He that has and a little tiny wit, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live in the sun, And pleased with what he gets, No enemy, But winter and rough weather. If it do come to pass, Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me. INGRATITUDE. LOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! &c. * * There was an old Saxon proverb, Winter shall warp water. |