2. Cristemas

Lett no man cum into this hall,
Grome, page, nor yet marshall,
But that sum sport he bring with all;
For now is the time of Cristèmas!

If that he say he can not sing,
Some oder sport then lett him bring,
That it may please at this festing;

For now is the time of Cristèmas!

If he say he can nought do,
Then for my love aske him no mo,
But to the stokkes then lett him go;
For now is the time of Cristèmas!

ANONYMOUS

3.-Begone, Dull Care!

Begone, dull care! I prithee begone from me!
Begone, dull care! you and I shall never agree.

Long time hast thou been tarrying here and fain thou wouldst me kill,

But, i' faith, dull care, thou never shalt have thy will.

Too much care will make a young man turn grey,
And too much care will turn an old man to clay.
My wife shall dance and I will sing, and merrily pass the day,
For I hold it one of the wisest things to drive dull care away.

ANONYMOUS

When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-whit!

Tu-whoo! A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all about the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl-
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-whit!

Tu-whoo! A merry note!

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

W. SHAKESPEARE

6. Who is Sylvia?

Who is Sylvia? 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 Sylvia let us sing,
That Sylvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

W. SHAKESPEARE

7.-Two Songs from A Midsummer-Night's Dream

(1) The Fairy Life

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;

In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

(2) A Fairy Lullaby

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Ye spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy-queen.
Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Never harm,

Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, goodnight, with lullaby.

Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;

Worm nor snail, do no offence.

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby.

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8. Two Madrigals

(1) "Tell me where is fancy bred”

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
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.

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(2) Youth and Age

Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather,
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare :
Youth is full of sport,

Age's breath is short,

Youth is nimble, Age is lame :

Youth is hot and cold,

Youth is wild, and Age is tame :

Age, I do abhor thee,

Youth, I do adore thee;

O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-

O sweet shepherd, hie thee,

For methinks thou stay'st too long.

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