Liver of blaspheming Jew, 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, From Cymbeline. HARK! HARK! THE LARK AT HEAVEN'S GATE SINGS. HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; FEAR NO MORE THE HEAT OF THE SUN. EAR no more the heat o' the sun FE Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Fear no more the frown o' the great, Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! From Antony and Cleopatra. COME, THOU MONARCH OF THE VINE. ‘OME, thou monarch of the vine, Co Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! From A Winter's Tale. WHEN DAFFODILS BEGIN TO PEER. HEN daffodils begin to peer, WH With heigh the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! 1 Doth set my pugging 1 tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay: Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. 1 Thievish. A MERRY HEART GOES ALL THE DAY. OG on, jog on, the footpath way, JOG And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. L COME BUY, COME BUY. AWN as white as driven snow; Pins and poking-sticks 1 of steel, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy. 1 Sticks of steel for setting the plaits of a ruff. COME TO THE PEDLAR. WILL you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, any thread, Any toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a medler, That doth utter all men's ware-a. From The Tempest. COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS. 'OME unto these yellow sands, COME And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-didle-dow. |