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the fauld, when the kye 's come hame?When this old cap was new?When we two parted?Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle?Where the bee sucks, there lurk I?While larks with little wing?Who is Sylvia? what is she?Why does your brand so drop with blood?Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears?Why so pale and wan, fond lover?With fingers weary and worn
Ye gentlemen of England?Ye little birds that sit and sing?Ye mariners of England?You are old, father William, the young man cried?You spotted snakes with double tongue
INDEX OF AUTHORS
ANONYMOUS
BARNARD, LADY ANNE?BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER?BLAKE, WILLIAM?BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT?BRETON, NICHOLAS?BROWNING, ROBERT?BURNS, ROBERT?BYRON, LORD
CAMPBELL, THOMAS?CAMPION, THOMAS?CAREW, THOMAS?CAREY, HENRY?CHALKHILL, JOHN?CHATTERTON, THOMAS?CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH?COCKBURN, MRS?COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR?COWPER, WILLIAM?CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN
DALRYMPLE, SIR DAVID?DIBDIN, CHARLES?DRAYTON, MICHAEL?DUFFERIN, LADY
EDWARDES, RICHARD
FLETCHER, JOHN
GARRICK, DAVID?GAY, JOHN?GOLDSMITH, OLIVER
HAMILTON, WILLIAM?HEMANS, FELICIA?HERBERT, GEORGE?HERRICK, ROBERT?HEYWOOD, THOMAS?HOGG, JAMES,?HOLCROFT, THOMAS?HOOD, THOMAS?HOUGHTON, LORD
JONSON, BEN
KEATS, JOHN?KINGSLEY, REV. CHARLES
LOVELACE, RICHARD
MACAULAY, LORD?MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER?MICKLE, WILLIAM JULIUS?MOORE, THOMAS
NAIRNE, LADY?NASH, THOMAS
PARKER, MARTIN?PERCY, THOMAS?PROCTOR, B.W.
ROGERS, SAMUEL?ROSS, ALEXANDER
SCOTT, SIR WALTER?SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM?SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE?SHENSTONE, WILLIAM?SHIRLEY, JAMES?SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP?SOUTHEY, ROBERT?STILL, JOHN?SUCKLING, SIR JOHN
TENNYSON, LORD?THACKERAY, WILLIAM MAKEPEACE?THOMPSON, JAMES
VAUX, LORD
WALLER, EDMUND?WEBSTER, JOHN?WITHER, GEORGE?WOLFE, CHARLES?WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM?WYATT, SIR THOMAS
SONGS AND BALLADS
MY SWETE SWETING
AH, my swete swetyng!?My lytyle prety swetyng,?My swetyng will I love wherever I go;?She is so proper and pure,?Full stedfast, stabill and demure,?There is none such, ye may be sure,?As my swete swetyng.
In all this world, as thynketh me,?Is none so pleasant to my eye,?That I am glad soe ofte to see,?As my swete swetyng.
When I behold my swetyng swete,?Her face, her hands, her minion fete,?They seme to me there is none so swete,?As my swete swetyng.
Above all other prayse must I,?And love my pretty pygsnye,?For none I fynd so womanly?As my swete swetyng.
_LORD VAUX_
THINKING
WHEN all is done and said,?In the end thus shall you find,?He most of all doth bathe in bliss?That hath a quiet mind:?And, clear from worldly cares,?To deem can be content?The sweetest time in all his life?In thinking to be spent.
The body subject is?To fickle Fortune's power,?And to a million of mishaps?Is casual every hour:?And Death in time doth change?It to a clod of clay;?Whenas the mind, which is divine,?Runs never to decay.
Companion none is like?Unto the mind alone;?For many have been harmed by speech?Through thinking, few, or none.?Fear oftentimes restraineth words,?But makes not thought to cease;?And he speaks best that hath the skill?When for to hold his peace.
Our wealth leaves us at death;?Our kinsmen at the grave;?But virtues of the mind unto?The heavens with us we have.?Wherefore, for virtue's sake,?I can be well content,?The sweetest time of all my life?To deem in thinking spent.
_RICHARD EDWARDES_
THE FALLING OUT OF FAITHFUL FRIENDS
IN going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,?I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept; She sighed sore, and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at her breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child; She rocked it and rated it, till that on her it smiled:?Then did she say, Now have I found this proverb true to prove The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for to write, In register for to remain, of such a worthy wight;?As she proceeded thus in song unto her little brat,?Much matter uttered she of weight, in place whereas she sat. And proved plain, there was no beast, nor creature bearing life, Could well be known to live in love, without discord and strife: Then kiss��d she her little babe, and sware by God above,?The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
She said that neither king, nor prince, nor lord could live aright, Until their puissance they did prove, their manhood and their might; When manhood shall be matched so that fear can take no place, Then weary works make warriors each other to embrace,?And leave their force that failed them, which did consume the rout, That might before have lived in peace their time and nature out: Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reprove, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
She said she saw no fish, nor fowl, nor beast within her haunt, That met a stranger in their kind, but could give it a taunt; Since flesh might not endure for long, but rest must wrath succeed, And force the fight to fall to play, in pasture where they feed; So noble nature can well end the work she hath begun,?And bridle well that will not cease her tragedy in some:?Thus in her song she oft rehearsed, as did her well behove, The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
I marvel much pardy, quoth she, for to behold the rout,?To see man, woman, boy, and beast, to toss the world about; Some