4. The ambitious toyling statesman that prepares Nor measures day by houres, but by his cares, Then why when my slow chariot used to clime, As if my empire did usurpe their time, 6. I come to ease their labours, and prevent The above is taken from LUMINALIA or the Festival of Light. A Masque, presented at Court on Shrove Tuesday night. 1637. SONG. 1. Now fie on Love, it ill befits, Or man and woman know it, Love was not meant for people in their wits, Betray their too much featherd brains, And shall have only Bedlam for their pains, To 2. To love is to distract my sleep, And waking to wear fetters; To love is but to go to school to weep; If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse. From the Careless Shepherdess, a Tragi-Comedy, acted before the King and Queen, and at Salisbury Court. 1656. SONG. Golden slumbers kisse your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wanton, doe not cry, Rock then, rock then, lullabie. Care is heavy, therefore sleepe you; You are care, and care must keepe you; Sleepe, pretty wanton, doe not cry, And I will sing a lullabie. Rocke then, rocke then, lullabie. From The Pleasant Comodie of Patient Grissel. 1603. SONET His golden lockes Time hath to silver turned; His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, But though from court to cottage he depart, And when he saddest sits in homely cell, To be your beadsman now that was your knight. From POLYHYMNIA, describing the honourable triumph at Tylt, before Her Majestie on the 17 of Nov. &c. &c. 1590. SONG at the Lord Mayor's Table. 1. The storm is all over, a Halcyon Calm Crown every glass with a garland of Palm, The emblem of victory. Great Jove the proud Titans subdu'd in a trice, CHORUS. Then a health to that one whom Heav'n to the Throne, Did in spite of Pretenders restore: May the friends of the Crown be install'd with renown, And his enemies hang at the door. 2. With courage and conduct our Cæsar endow'd, Surprize their great Dagon, the God of the Crowd, And brought him a captive home. Great Jove has the Cyclops a sacrifice made, 3. When steel-daring giants made war with the Gods, But when the Calestials had gotten the odds, His friends have exalted our Jove in his sphear, From Londons Annual Triumph, a Pageant, by Matt. Taubman. 1685. SONG. Haymakers, rackers, reapers and mowers, Dresse up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers This is mine, this is mine, this is mine; Let us die, ere away they be born. Bow to the Sun, to our Queen, and that fair one, Com to behold our sports, Each bonny lasse here is counted a rare one, As those in princes courts. These and wee, With countrie glee, Will teach the woods to resound, And the hills with ecchos hollow; Their bleating dams, Mongst kids shall trip it round, For joy thus our wenches we follow. Winde jolly huntsmen your neat bugles shrilly, Spring up you faulconers the partridges freely, Horses amain, Over ridg, over plain, The dogs have the stag in chace, "Tis a sport to content a king. And sowcing kills with a grace, How the deer falls, hark how they ring. From the Suns Darling, a Masque, by John Foard and Thomas Decker. 1656. SONG. 1 |