LXII. JOHN FLETCHER, 1576-1625. FRANCIS BEAUMONT, 1586-1615. ORIANA'S SONG. OME sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving, COM Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my powers of care bereaving! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Oh! let my joys have some abiding. 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. Hanging on their velvet heads, And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away; Let one eye his watches keep So you shall good shepherds prove, Of our great god. Sweetest slumbers, Thus I end my evening's knell. LXIV. A SONG TO PAN. LL ye woods, and trees, and bowers, That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes, Move your feet To our sound, LXV. With his honour and his name That defends our flocks from blame. AWAY, delights, go seek some other dwelling, For I must die; Farewell, false Love; thy tongue is ever telling For ever let me rest now from thy smarts; And fire their hearts That have been hard to thee; mine was not so. Never again deluding Love shall know me, And all those griefs that think to over-grow me, For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry, 'Alas! for pity stay, And let us die With thee; men cannot mock us in the clay.' LXVI. G SONG. OD Lyæus, ever young, Ever honoured, ever sung; God of youth, let this day here |