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REVEILLEZ

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;
And winking mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My Lady sweet, arise :

Arise, arise !

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II

FANCY

TELL
ELL me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourishéd ?

-Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring Fancy's knell :
I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell :-

Ding, dong, bell.

III

SILVIA

WHO is Silvia? what is She

? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she;

The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness : --Love doth to her eyes repair

To help him of his blindness, And, being help’d, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing

That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing

Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.

IV

YOUTH AND LOVE

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear; your true-love's coming That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is Love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter ;

What's to come is still unsure :
In delay there lies no plenty ;
Then come kiss me, sweet and-twenty :-

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

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IT VER ET VENUS

IT was a Lover and his Lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding :

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie.

This carol they began that hour,
How that a life was but a flower :

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And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; For love is crowned with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding :

Sweet lovers love the spring.