Through the house give glimmering light;
By the dead and drowsy fire,
Every elf and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.
First rehearse this song by rote,
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
We will sing and bless this place.

A MADRIGAL

From THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

NRABBED age and youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare;

Youth is full of sport,

Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, Age is lame;

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold,

Youth is wild, and Age is tame:

Age, I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee;

O, my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-

O, sweet shepherd, 'hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

WINTER

From LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

HEN icicles hang by the wall,

WHE

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tuwhoo!

Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all around the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl-

Then nightly sings the staring owl

Tuwhoo!

Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A

A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

.

MADRIGAL

From MERCHANT OF VENICE

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

ELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourishèd? Reply, reply.

It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:
Let us all ring Fancy's knell;
I'll begin it, — ding, dong, bell.
-Ding, dong, bell.

WHO IS SYLVIA?

From THE Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

HO is Sylvia? what is she,

WHO

That all the swains commend her?

Holy, fair, and wise, is she;

The heavens such grace did lend her That she might adored be.

Is she kind, or is she fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love does to her eyes repair

To help him of his blindness -
And, being helped, inhabits there.

Then to Sylvia let us sing
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.