VOL. 1. Swigg whey untill thou burst, Eat bramble-berries, Pears, plumbs and cherries; Which way soe'er I go, Fair maiden, have a care, Favours me greatly: She throws milk on my cloaths, F What pretty toys * are those! She has a cloth + of mine, Wrought with blue Coventry, But if she frowns on me, § Yet all the world may see [This singular ballad is printed from Ritsons' Ancient Songs, who has taken it from "The Theatre of Compliments, or New Academy. London, 1689." The variations given at the bottom of the pages are from an older copy in a poetical miscellany, called "Wit Restored, 1658," which Mr. Geo. Ellis followed. The order of the stanzas run The seventh and last stanza is not found in the text copy. I cannot work and sleep All at a season; Love wounds my heart so deep, Without all reason. I'gin to pine away, Phillida flouts me. Isaak Walton alludes to the Song by name in his "Compleat Angler," published in 1653. Ritson justly supposes it much older than Walton's day. Phillida's answer is printed but its merits are neither original or many.] A WORSHIPPER OF CRUELTY. you lack Oh do not for a flock of sheep, Forsake the house where honour dwells: So bright as in that bower of mine. (From a MS. in the Harleian Library, No. 3511, written in the time of K. Charles the Second. See Ritson's Ancient Songs, p. 260.] WELCOME, WELCOME! WILLIAM BROWNE. Born 1590. Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Love that to the voice is near, Welcome, welcome, then I sing Far more welcome than the spring; Love, that looks still on your eyes, To benumb our arteries, Shall not want the summers sun. Welcome, Welcome then I sing. Love, that still may see your cheeks, Is a fool, if e'er he seeks Other lilies, other roses. Welcome, welcome, then I sing. Love, to whom your soft lip yields, Never, never, shall be missing. Love that question would anew, Far more welcome than the spring, He that parteth from you never, Shall enjoy a spring for ever. "From a MS. copy of Browne's Poems in the Lansdowne Collection, printed lately by Sir Egerton Brydges. were In 1772 Browne's Works republished, but with little success, he deserves to be widely known, his Pastorals are the pastorals of nature.] TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. ROBERT HERRICK. Born 1591. Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may; The glorious lamp of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he's a getting, |