SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, Hide, oh hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, [The first stanza of this exquisite little song, is quoted by Shakpeare, in "Measure for Measure." But both the stanzas are found in one of Beaumont and Fletcher's plays, The Bloody Brother, or Rollo Duke of Normandy, Act v. scene 2. It has been attributed to Shakspeare, but without any apparent foundation. Mr. Weber thinks the first stanza Shakspeare's, the last Fletcher's. George Ellis has printed the whole as the composition of Beaumont and Fletcher'} SONG IN LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SHAKSPEARE. Born 1564-Died 1616. When daisies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo,- word of fear, When shepherd's pipe on oaten straws, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo, cuckoo ;-( word of fear, [For "Cuckoo-buds," in the third line, Dr. Farmer proposed as the true reading," cowslip buds.") SONG IN LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. SHAKSPEARE. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail, To-who; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note When all aloud the wind doth blow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, SONG IN THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. SHAKSPEARE. Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she: The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair? To help him of his blindness; Skim the pot, an expression common in Ireland. Then to Silvia let us sing, SONG IN KING HENRY VIII. SHAKSPEARE. Orpheus, with his lute made trees, To his music, plants, and flowers, Every thing that heard him play, SONG IN CYMBELINE. SHAKSPEARE. Hark! hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs And winking Mary-buds begin Το ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin : [Sung by Cloten's musicians under the window of Imogen. Washington Irving when he made his pilgrimage to Stratford-upon-Avon, tells us that Shakspeare's exquisite little Song' was called to his mind when he saw a lark pouring forth its torrents of melody in the bright and fleecy cloud, above him.] YOUTH AND AGE. SHAKSPEARE. Crabbed Age and Youth Age like winter weather, Age like winter bare: Ages 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; |