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In another part of the same Play, the Fool gives also the Foote of other popular songs.
MOROS. THE FOOL.
I have twentie mo songs yet,
I can sing a song of Robin Redbreast,
There dwelleth a jolly Foster here by the West,
It doth me good my songs to render.
In another part of the same Play, the Fool sings what follows, as a Catch, with other voyces:
I have a prety tytmouse
Come pecking on my to.
THREE OTHERS. Gossuppe with you I purpose
My brigle lieth on the selfe,
For here you have all my stoare.
Spring, the sweete spring, is the yeres pleasant king
The palme and may make countrey houses gay,
The fields breathe sweete, the dayzies kisse our feete,
every streete these tunes our eares doe greete, Cuckow, jugge, jugge, pu we to witta woo.
Spring, the sweet spring.
From a pleasant Comedie, called Summers Last Will and Testament, by Thomas Nash. 1600.
OF NYMPHS TO DIANA.
Haile, beauteous Dian, queene of shades,
Adjure the worldlie vain excesse,
Then we to her have vowed.
The shepheards, satirs, nymphs and fawnes,
Come, to the forrest let us goe,
And freelie thus they may do.
Our food is honie from the bees,
And mellow fruits that drop from trees.
Of everie steepie mountaine.
From the Golden Age, a Historical Play, by
If love be banished the heart,
The joy of nature, not of art?
If cares do breed us discontent,
D. It is the order of the fates,
That these should wait on highest states.
CHORUS. Love only does our soules refine,
Turnes humane things into divine,
And guides our will.
Then let us of his praises sing;
Of love that sweetens every thing.
From the Shepheards Holy-day, a Pastoral Tragi-comedy, by Joseph Rutter. 1635.
BY VENUS AND THE GRACES!
Come, lovely boy, unto my court,
Come unto me,
And with variety
Thou shalt be fed, which nature loves and Í.
There is no musique in a voice
That is but one and still the same.
Inconstancy is but a name
To fright poore lovers from a better choice.
Come then to me, &c,
Orpheus that on Euridice
Spent all his love, on others scorne,
Come then to me
And sigh no more for one love lost,
Thy mis-spent labours and thy better cost.