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By that bedside where sits a gallant dame,
SONGS FROM WEELKES'S MADRIGALS. EDIT. 1604.
GIVE me my heart and I will go,
No, no, no-No, no, no.
Now there is hope we shall agree,
Since double no imparteth yea;
If that be so, my dearest,
With no, no, no, my heart thou cheerest.
COLD winter ice is filed and
The red-breast peeps among the throng
HOLD out my heart, with joy's delights accloy'd; Hold out my heart and shew it,
That all the world may know it,
What sweet content thou lately-hast enjoy'd.
Then laugh, and smile, and run away;
And if I stay'd her would cry nay,
Fy for shame, fy.
My true love not regarding,
Hath giv'n me at length his full rewarding,
The joys that overfill me,
My joys, kept in full well,
SAY, dear, will you not have me?
Or if you will not take the thing once given,
FROM BATESON'S MADRIGALS.
LOVE would discharge the duty of his heart
WHITHER SO fast? Ah, see the kindly flowers
YET stay, alway be chained to my heart
TO HIS LOVE.
FROM ENGLAND'S HELICON.
COME away, come, sweet love!
All the earth, all the air,
Come away, come, sweet love!
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heavenly fire.
Come, come, sweet love!
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace, that should rise
Like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the river's side,
And fair Cyprian flow'rs newly blown,
Ask no beauties but their own.
Was born in the weald of Kent. Wood places his birth in 1553. Oldys makes it appear probable that he was born much earlier. He studied at both the universities, and for many years attended the court of Elizabeth in expectation of being made master of the revels. In this object he was disappointed, and was obliged, in his old age, to solicit the Queen for some trifling grant to support him 1, which it is uncertain whether he ever obtained. Very little indeed is known of him, though Blount, his editor, tells us that "he sate at Apollo's table, and that the god gave him a wreath of his own bays without snatching." Whether Apollo was ever so complaisant or not, it is certain that Lyly's work of "Euphues and his England," preceded by another called "Euphues, the Anatomy of Wit," &c. promoted a fantastic style of false wit, bombastic metaphor, and pedantic allusion, which it was fashionable to speak at court under the name of Euphuism, and which the ladies thought it indispensable to acquire. Lyly,
If he was an old man in the reign of Elizabeth, Oldys's conjecture as to the date of his birth seems to be verified,—as we scarcely call a man old at fifty.