436. The Soldier Going to the Field PRESERVE thy sighs, unthrifty girl! Thy tears to thread, instead of pearl, The trumpet makes the echo hoarse, For I must go where lazy peace But first I'll chide thy cruel theft : Can I in war delight, Who, being of my heart bereft Can have no heart to fight? Thou knowest the sacred laws of old, Thy payment shall but double be; Sir W. Davenant 437. OV 438. The Fairy Life VER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thorough flood, thorough fire, Charms W. Shakespeare HRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, THRI Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair, Then thrice-three times tie up this true love's knot, And murmur soft, "She will or she will not." Go, burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, Then come, you Fairies! dance with me a round! Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound! In vain are all the charms I can devise: She hath an art to break them with her eyes. 439. The Charm SON of Erebus and Night, upon T. Campion Hie away; and aim thy flight, And with the jaspis: then arise ... 440. W. Browne WHEN Cuckoo HEN daisies pied and violets blue, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue 441. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Cuckoo, cuckoo! - O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo!-O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! W. Shakespeare The Ousel-Cock, So Black of Hue HE ousel-cock, so black of hue, THE With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill; The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay. W. Shakespeare 442. You Spotted Snakes OU spotted snakes, with double tongue, Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! Worm, nor snail, do no offence. Philomel, with melody' Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; W. Shakespeare |