And to hem yeve1 I feyth and ful credence, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Now have I than swich 3 a condicioun, As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May, And whan that hit is eve, I rennė blyve,5 20 1 Give THE SPRING WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin-redbreast tunes his note; 2 Birds 3 Such 4 Sorrow 5 Run quickly, hasten away Hark, how the jolly cuckoos sing JOHN LYLY 21 SPRING, THE SWEET SPRING SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king: The Palm and May make country houses gay, Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Spring, the sweet Spring! 22 22 THOMAS NASH 1 Float A MAY DAY AND now all nature seemed in love; New juice did stir the embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout that now did lie, There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. 1 Already were the eaves possessed 1 With the swift pilgrim's daubèd nest: The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, 23 24 Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail and now 1 Joan strokes a sillabub or twain. The field and gardens were beset And now, though late, the modest rose EASTER SIR HENRY WOTTON I GOT me flowers to straw thy way, But thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. The Sun arising in the East, Though he give light, and the East perfume,2 If they should offer to contest With thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this, Though many sunnes to shine endeavour? There is but one, and that one ever. GEORGE HERBERT PLEASURE IT IS PLEASURE it is To hear, iwis,3 The birdes sing. The deer in the dale, The sheep in the vale, 2 Refresh; make sweet 3 Truly, in sooth 1 Whips, mills, or beats The corn springing; It is for man. Then we always To Him give praise, And thank Him than, And thank Him than. WILLIAM CORNISH |