Then, after an hour,
They went to a bower,

And played for Ale and Cakes;
And kisses too!

Until they were due,

The Lasses kept the stakes.

The Girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back; and give them their own again.

Yet there they sate
Until it was late,
And tired the Fidler quite,
With singing and playing,
Without any paying,

From morning until night.

They told the Fidler then, They'd pay him for his

play;

And each a two pence, two pence, two pence gave him; and went away.

Hic jacet JOHN SHORTHOSE,

Sine hose, sine shoes, sine breeches;

Qui fuit, dum vixit, sine goods,

Sine lands, sine riches.

THE JEALOUS, BUT MISTAKEN, GIRL.

'PRITHEE, tell me, PHILLIS!
Why so pensive now?
I see that sadness still is
Fixed upon thy brow;
And those charming eyes,
That were, of late, so bright,
In sighs and tears

And other fears,

Have almost lost their sight.

Let this suffice,

I sympathize

With thee, both day and night!'

'DAMON! dost thou ask it?

Thou art the cause of all!

Therefore do not mask it;

For thou hast wrought my fall!
For I gave thee a ring,
Which thou hast CŒLIA gave
Our True-Love's band

Was on her hand!

Which ring, thy life did save!

But woe is me!

Thy falsity

Has brought me to my grave!'

DAMON then began

On PHILLIS for to smile.
She called him, 'Perjured man!
And should no more beguile!'
'No, my dearest PHILL.!

I blame thy jealousy!

Our True-Love's band
Is on my hand;

Which thou didst give to me:
And CORIDON

Made CŒLIA one,

By that which came from thee.'

Long she sat ashamed;

And hid her bashful head.

And jealousy She blamed;

And said, 'She were but dead;

Unless that gentle DAMON

Pardon this offence!

And let me rest

Upon his breast;

And there my suit commence!
I shall not doubt

To sue it out,

Before I come from thence!'

Then he did embrace her,

And gave her kisses store;

And vowed that he would place her,

Where none was ere before; That is, within his heart,

Which none should e'er remove!
In spite of Fate,

Would be her Mate;
And constant be in love!
And, I say, 'She

As true to thee,

As is the turtle-dove!'

'Tis not how witty, nor how free,
Nor yet how beautiful She be;
But how much kind and true to me!
Freedom and Wit none can confine;
And Beauty, like the sun doth shine:
But Kind and True are only mine!

Let others, with attention sit,
To listen, and admire her Wit;
That is a rock, where I'll not split!
Let others dote upon her Eyes,
And burn their hearts for sacrifice;
Beauty's a calm, where danger lies!

But Kind and True have been long tried! A harbour where we may confide;

And safely there at anchor ride.

From change of winds there we are free,
And need not fear storm's tyranny ;
Nor pirate, though a Prince he be!

CHLORIS AND PARTHENISSA.

CHLORIS. WHY dost thou, all address deny?
Hard-hearted PARTHENISSA! why?
See, how the trembling Lovers come,
That from thy lips expect their doom!

PARTH,

CHLORIS, I hate them all! They know;
Nay, I have often told them so!
Their silly politic 's abhorred;

I scorn to make my slave my Lord!

CHLORIS. But STREPHON'S eyes proclaim his love Too brave, tyrannical to prove!

PARTH. O, CHLORIS! When we lose our power; We must obey the Conqueror !

CHLORIS. Yet, where a gentle Prince bears sway, It is no bondage to obey!

PARTH.

But if, like NERO, for a while,
With arts of kindness he beguile;
How shall the Tyrant be withstood,
When he has writ his laws in blood?