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THE PURSUIT OF LOVE.

ART thou gone in haste?

I'll not forsake thee;
Runnest thou ne'er so fast,
I'll overtake thee:

Over the dales, over the downs,
Through the green meadows,
From the fields through the towns,
To the dim shadows.

All along the plain,

To the low fountains,

Up and down again

From the high mountains;
Echo then shall again
Tell her I follow,

And the floods to the woods,
Carry my holla, holla!

Ce la! ho! ho! hu!

THE SONG OF JANUARY.

Now does jolly Janus greet your merriment;

For since the world's creation,

I never changed my fashion;

'Tis good enough to fence the cold:

My hatchet serves to cut my firing yearly,

My bowl preserves the juice of grape and barley:

Fire, wine, and strong beer, make me live so long here

To give the merry new year a welcome in.

All the potent powers of plenty wait upon
You that intend to be frolic to-day:

To Bacchus I commend ye, and Ceres eke attend
To keep encroaching cares away.

ye,

That Boreas' blasts may never blow to harm you;
Nor Hyems' frost, but give you cause to warm you:
Old father Janevere drinks a health to all here,
To give the merry new year a welcome in.

THE DEPARTURE OF JANUARY.

SINCE you desire my absence;
I will depart this green;
Though loath to leave the presence
Of such a lovely queen;
Whose beauty, like the sun,
Melts all my frost away;
And now, instead of winter,
Behold a youthful May.

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Yonder lies the snow,

But my heart cannot melt it:
Love shoots from his bow,

And my poor heart hath felt it.
Heigh, heigho!

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I'LL NEVER LOVE MORE.

STAY, O turn, O pity me

That sighs, that sues for love of thee!

O lack! I never loved before;

If you deny, I'll never love more.

No hope, no help! then wretched I
Must lose, must lack, must pine, and die;
Since you neglect when I implore.
Farewell, hard, I'll ne'er love more.

BEWARE OF LOVE.

THERE is not any wise man,
That fancy can a woman;

Then never turn your eyes on
A thing that is so common:
For be they foul or fair,
They tempting devils are,
Since they first fell;

They that love do live in hell,

And therefore, men, beware.

OUT UPON YE ALL!

FOOLISH, idle toys,

That nature gave unto us,

But to curb our joys,

And only to undo us;

For since Lucretia's fall,

There are none chaste at all;

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FAIR

INVOCATION TO APOLLO.

AIR Apollo, whose bright beams
Cheer all the world below:

The birds that sing, the plants that spring,
The herbs and flowers that grow:

O, lend thy aid to a swain sore oppressed,
That his mind

Soon may find

The delight that sense admits!
And by a maid let his harms be redressed,
That no pain

Do remain

In his mind to offend his wits!

SAMUEL ROWLEY.

[ONE of the players in the establishment of the Prince of Wales, and included in the list of Henslowe's authors. His principal pieces are the play from which the following song is

taken, and a comedy called When you see me you know me. He also assisted other writers in some of the Moral Plays.]

THE NOBLE SPANISH SOLDIER.

SORROW.

1634.

OH, sorrow, sorrow, say where dost thou dwell?

In the lowest room of hell.

Art thou born of human race?
No, no, I have a furier face.
Art thou in city, town, or court?
I to every place resort.

Oh, why into the world is sorrow sent?
Men afflicted best repent.

What dost thou feed on?
Broken sleep.

What takest thou pleasure in?

To weep,

To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan,
To wring my hands, to sit alone.

Oh when, oh when shall sorrow quiet have?
Never, never, never, never.
Never till she finds a grave.

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[THOMAS GOFFE was born in Essex, about 1592, and educated at Westminster. In 1609 he entered Christ Church, Oxford, and having had the degree of bachelor of divinity conferred upon him, was preferred to the living of East Clandon, in Surrey, in 1623. He is said to have been a professed woman-hater, yet, notwithstanding, married the wife of his predecessor, who revenged the wrongs of the whole sex upon him by the violence of her temper, and finally, it is supposed, shortened his life. He died in 1627. He was the author of four dramas, and is believed in the latter part of his life to have embraced the church of Rome.]

THE DRAMATISTS.

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