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ARIEL'S SONGS.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see

No enemy,

But Winter and rough weather.

Ariel's Songs.

ULL fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

'HERE the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After Summer merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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O lang, lang may the ladies stand
Wi' thair gold kems in their hair,

O quha is this has don this deid,
This ill deid don to me,
To send me out this time o' the yeir, Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
To sail upon the se?

For they'll se thame na mair.

Mak hast, mak hast, my mirry men all, Have owre, have owre, to Aberdour,

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The Virtuous Well.

ERIGOT. Stay, gentle Amoret, thou fair-browed maid, Thy shepherd prays thee stay, that holds thee dear, Equal with his soul's good.

AMORET.

Speak, I give

Thee freedom, shepherd, and thy tongue be still
The same it ever was, as free from ill,

THE VIRTUOUS WELL.

As he whose conversation never knew
The court or city, be thou ever true.

PERIGOT. When I fall off from my affection,
Or mingle my clean thoughts with ill desires,
First let our great GOD cease to keep my flocks,
That being left alone without a guard,

The wolf, or Winter's rage, Summer's great heat,
And want of water, rots, or what to us

Of ill is yet unknown, full speedily,
And in their general ruin, let me feel.

AMORET. I pray thee, gentle shepherd, wish not so;

I do believe thee, 't is as hard for me

To think thee false, and harder than for thee

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Than the chaste blushing morn, or that fair star
That guides the wandering seamen through the deep,
Straighter than straightest pine upon the steep
Head of an aged mountain, and more white
Than the new milk we strip before daylight

From the full-freighted bags of our fair flocks.

Your hair more beauteous than those hanging locks Of young Apollo.

AMORET.

Shepherd, be not lost;

Y' are sailed too far already from the coast
Of our discourse.

PERIGOT.

Did you not tell me once

I should not love alone, I should not lose

Those many passions, vows, and holy oaths,

I've sent to heaven? did you not give your hand, Even that fair hand, in hostage? Do not then

Give back again those sweets to other men,

You yourself vowed were mine.

AMORET. Shepherd, so far as maiden's modesty May give assurance, I am once more thine.

Once more I give my hands: be ever free

From that great foe to faith, foul jealousy.

PERIGOT. I take it as my best good; and desire,

For stronger comfirmation of our love,

To meet this happy night in that fair grove,

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