Next, lullaby my gazing eyes, To show the furrows in my face. And lullaby my wanton will; Let reason's rule now rein thy thought; Since all too late I find by skill How dear I have thy fancies bought; With lullaby now take thine ease, Eke lullaby my loving boy, My little robin take thy rest; Since age is cold and nothing coy, Keep close thy coin, for so is best. With lullaby be thou content; With lullaby thy lusts relent. Let others pay which have more pence; Thou art too poor for such expense. Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes, My will, my ware, and all that was: I can no more delays devise; But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. With lullaby now take your leave, With lullaby your dreams deceive, And when you rise with waking eye, Remember then this lullaby. VII. NICHOLAS BReton, 1542-1626? A.PASTORAL OF PHILLIS AND CORYDON. Na hill there grows a flower, ΟΝ Fair befall the dainty sweet; In that bower there is a chair, Fringed all about with gold; It is Phillis fair and bright, She that is the shepherd's joy; She that Venus did despite, And did blind her little boy. This is she, the wise, the rich, That the world desires to see; This is ipsa quae the which, There is none but only she. Who would not this face admire? Who would not this saint adore? Oh fair eyes, yet let me see, One good look, and I am gone; Look on me, for I am he, Thy poor silly Corydon. Thou that art the shepherd's queen, By thy comfort have been seen VIII. CORYDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS. S WEET Phillis, if a silly swain, May sue to thee for grace; See not thy loving shepherd slain, With looking on thy face. But think what power thou hast got, Upon my flock and me; Thou seest they now regard me not, And if I have so far presum'd, But as thou art that Phillis fair, But if thy beauty make thee proud, Should curse thee for unkind; Let me report for thy behoof, Is sworn the Shepherd's Queen. |