Some youths will now a mumming go, Some others play at Roland-bo, And twenty other game boys mo, Because they will be merry. Then, wherefore, in these merry days, Bear witness we are merry. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. GEORGE WITHER. SHALL I, wasting in despaire, Dye, because a woman's faire? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosie are?. Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May ; If she be not so to me, What care I how faire she be? Shall my foolish heart be pined If she be not so to me, What care I how kinde she be! Shall a woman's virtue move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings knowne, Make me quite forget mine owne? Some youths will now a mumming go, Some others play at Roland-bo, And twenty other game boys mo, Because they will be merry. Then, wherefore, in these merry days, Bear witness we are merry. THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION. GEORGE WITHER. SHALL I, wasting in despaire, Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosie are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow'ry meads in May; Shall my foolish heart be pined If she be not so to me, What care I how kinde she be? Shall a woman's virtue move Me to perish for her love? Or her well-deservings knowne, Make me quite forget mine owne? Be she with that goodnesse blest, Which may merit name of best ; What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the foole and dye? Those that beare a noble minde, Where they want of riches finde, Thinke what with them they would doe, That without them dare to wooe; And unlesse that minde I see, What care I how great she be? Great, or good, or kinde, or faire, What care I for whom she be? |