TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY.

THE first stanza of this sonnet is in "Measure for Measure" (Act iv. sc. 1); but the complete song is given in the "Rollo" of Beaumont and Fletcher: the authorship is therefore doubtful.

TAKE, oh take those lips away,

That so sweetlye were forsworne;
And those eyes, the breake of day,
Lights, that do misleade the morne:
But my kisses bring againe,
Seales of love, but seal'd in vaine.

Hide, oh hide those hills of snowe,
Which thy frozen bosom beares,
On whose tops the pinkes that growe
Are of those that April weares:
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.

KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS.

The date of this Ballad is not ascertained, and we are left in doubt whether Shakespeare copied the Ballad, or whether it was suggested by his tragedy. The resemblance is remarkable, especially in the hint of King Lear's madness, which the old Chronicles do not mention. The ballad and the play coincide also in the cruelty of the daughters, and in the death of Lear.

KING LEIR once ruled in this land with princely power and

peace;

And had all things with heart's content, that might his joys increase.

Amongst those things that nature gave, three daughters fair had he,

So princely seeming beautiful, as fairer could not be.

So on a time it pleas'd the king a question thus to move, Which of his daughters to his grace could shew the dearest

love:

For to my age you bring content, quoth he; then let me

hear

Which of you three in plighted troth the kindest will

appear.

To whom the eldest thus began; dear father, mind, quoth

she,

Before your face, to do you good, my blood shall render'd be: And for your sake my bleeding heart shall here be cut in twain,

Ere that I see your reverend age the smallest grief sustain.

And so will I, the second said; dear father, for your sake,
The worst of all extremities I'll gently undertake
And serve your highness night and day with diligence and
love;

That sweet content and quietness discomforts may remove.

In doing so, you glad my soul, the aged king reply'd; But what sayst thou, my youngest girl; how is thy love ally'd?

My love (quoth young Cordelia then) which to your grace I owe,

Shall be the duty of a child, and that is all I'll show.

And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he, than doth thy duty bind ?

I well perceive thy love is small, when as no more I find. Henceforth I banish thee my court; thou art no child of mine;

Nor any part of this my realm by favour shall be thine.

Thy elder sisters' loves are more than well I can demand, To whom I equally bestow my kingdome and my land,My pompal' state and all my goods, that lovingly I may With those thy sisters be maintain'd until my dying day. Thus flattering speeches won renown, by these two sisters here;

The third had causeless banishment, yet was her love more dear:

For poor Cordelia patiently went wandring up and down, Unhelp'd, unpity'd, gentle maid, through many an English

town:

Until at last in famous France she gentler fortunes found; Though poor and bare, yet she was deem'd the fairest on the ground:

Where when the king her virtues heard, and this fair lady

seen,

With full consent of all his court he made his wife and

Her father king Leir this while with his two daughters

staid;

Forgetful of their promis'd loves, full soon the same decay'd;

And living in queen Ragan's court, the eldest of the

twain,

She took from him his chiefest means, and most of all his train.

For whereas twenty men were wont to wait with bended knee:

She gave allowance but to ten, and after scarce to three; Nay, one she thought too much for him; so took she all

away,

In hope that in her court, good king, he would no longer stay.

Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, in giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg for what I lately gave? I'll go unto my Gonorell: my second child, I know, Will be more kind and pitiful, and will relieve my woe.

Full fast he hies then to her court; where when she heard his moan

Return'd him answer, That she griev'd that all his means were gone:

But no way could relieve his wants; yet if that he would

stay

Within her kitchen, he should have what scullions gave

away.

When he had heard, with bitter tears, he made his answer

then ;

In what I did let me be made example to all men.

I will return again, quoth he, unto my Ragan's court;
She will not use me thus, I hope, but in a kinder sort.

Where when he came, she gave command to drive him thence away:

When he was well within her court (she said) he would not stay.

Then back again to Gonorell the woeful king did hie, That in her kitchen he might have what scullion boys set by.

But there of that he was deny'd, which she had promis'd

late:

For once refusing, he should not come after to her gate. Thus twixt his daughters, for relief he wandred up and

down ;

Being glad to feed on beggars' food, that lately wore a

crown.

And calling to remembrance then his youngest daughter's words,

That said the duty of a child was all that love affords: But doubting to repair to her, whom he had banish'd so, Grew frantick mad; for in his mind he bore the wounds of woe:

Which made him rend his milk-white locks and tresses from his head,

And all with blood bestain his cheeks, with age and honour spread.

To hills and woods and watery founts he made his hourly

moan,

Till hills and woods, and senseless things, did seem to sigh and groan.

Even thus possest with discontents, he passed o'er to France,

In hopes from fair Cordelia there, to find some gentler chance;

Most virtuous dame! which when she heard of this her father's grief,

As duty bound, she quickly sent him comfort and relief:

And by a train of noble peers, in brave and gallant sort, She gave in charge he should be brought to Aganippus court;

Whose royal king, with noble mind so freely gave consent, To muster up his knights at arms, to fame and courage bent.

And so to England came with speed, to repossesse king

Leir,

And drive his daughters from their thrones by his Cordelia

dear.

Where she, true-hearted noble queen, was in the battel

slain;

Yet he good king, in his old days, possest his crown again.

But when he heard Cordelia's death, who died indeed for

love

Of her dear father, in whose cause she did this battle

move;

He swooning fell upon her breast, from whence he never parted:

But on her bosom left his life, that was so truly hearted.

The lords and nobles when they saw the end of these events,

The other sisters unto death they doomed by consents; And being dead, their crowns they left unto the next of kin:

Thus have you seen the fall of pride, and disobedient sin.

YOUTH AND AGE,

FROM the "Passionate Pilgrim," a collection of Poems, published (1599) by William Jaggard. The name of Shakespeare on the title-page was a fraud of the bookseller; the pieces being taken from various authors.

CRABBED Age and Youth
Cannot live together;
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care:
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sport,
Age's breath is short;

Youth is nimble, Age is lame:

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild, and Age is tame.

Age, I do abhor thee;

Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my love, my love is young:

Age, I do defie thee;

Oh sweet shepheard, hie thee,

For methinks thou stayst too long.