CHORUS. Wines indeed, and girls are good, (From "Alexander and Campaspe." The plays of Lilly were republished in 1632, under the title of "Six Court Comedies." See Ellis's Specimens, vol. 2, p. 211.] LOVE FOR LOVE. FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. Away Born 1554-Died 1628. Away with these self-loving lads, Sweep Cupid's shafts like destiny Reward upon his wing doth go! What fools are they that have not known, That Love likes no laws but his own. My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, In every tree I write her name, Where Honour Cupid's rival is, If Cynthia crave her ring of me, For many run, but one must win! The worth that worthiness should move Sweet saint, 'tis true, you worthy be: Yet, without love, nought worth to me. ["Servant to Queen Elizabeth, Counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sidney." Such was the inscription this well known character wished placed on his tomb.] * An old contraction for forester. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON. NICHOLAS BRETON. Born about 1555. In the merrie month of Maye When anon by a wood side, Phillida and Corydon. Much adoe there was, god wot; He sayde, hee had lovde her longe : She sayes, maydes must kisse no men. Tyll they doe for good and all— • I went. C Then with manie a prettie othe, Love, that had bene long deluded, [This little pastoral song was sung before Queen Elizabeth at Elvetham in Hampshire-as she opened the casement of her gallery win. dow in the morning, by "three excellent musitians, disguised in auncient country attire." See Percy's Reliques, vol. 3, p. 105, whose version I have followed in preference to that given in England's Helicon, which is here subjoined. In the merry month of May, Much a doo there was, God wot, She said, Love should have no wrong. Coridon would kiss her then, She said, maides must kiss no men, Till they did for good and all: Then she made the shepherd call All the heavens to witnesse truth: Neuer lou'd a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, * Silly. Such as silly shepheards use Loue which had beene long deluded, And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the lady of the May.-N. BRETONx.] With feeble puffs the tallest pine Where chilling frost alate did nip, There flasheth now a fire; Where deep disdain bred noisome hate, There kindleth now desire. Time causeth hope to have his hap: What care in time not eas'd? In time I loath'd that now I love In both content and pleased. [There is great beauty about the smaller poems of Greene. His poetical works were reprinted lately under the careful superinten. dence of Mr. Dyce.] |