VI A MADRIGAL RABBED Age and Youth Ccannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, Youth like summer morn, 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 defy thee O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st too long. W. Shakespeare VII NDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, And pleased with what he gets - Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. VIII W. Shakespeare IT was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino ! That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour, And therefore take the present time For love is crowned with the prime Sweet lovers love the Spring. A1 IX PRESENT IN ABSENCE BSENCE, hear thou my protestation Distance, and length; Do what thou canst for alteration: For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join, and Time doth settle. Who loves a mistress of such quality, Affection's ground Beyond time, place, and all mortality. Absence is Presence, Time doth tarry. By absence this good means I gain, Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain : Anon. B X ABSENCE EING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and time of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require : Nor dare I chide the world-without-end-hour When you have bid your servant once adieu : Nor dare I question with my jealous thought But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought So true a fool is love, that in your will, W. Shakespeare H XI OW like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me Or if they sing, 't is with so dull a cheer, WHE XII A CONSOLATION WHEN in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings O XIII THE UNCHANGEABLE NEVER say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie; That is my home of love; if I have ranged, |