JOHN LYLY

Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ! Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring ! Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring I

��ANTHONY MUNDAY

87. Beauty Bathing

BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her ; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye

To see what was forbidden : But better memory said Fie ; So vain desire was chidden

Hey nonny nonny O ! Hey nonny nonny !

Into a slumber then I fell,

And fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell,

Her feature or her fashion : But ev'n as babes in dreams do smita,

And sometimes fall a-weeping, So I awaked as wise that while

As when I fell a-sleeping.

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