SEVENTEENTH CENTURY LYRICS. BEN JONSON, Pan's Anniversary, 1631; acted before 1625. THE SHEPHERDS' HOLIDAY. THUS, thus begin the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights; To sports, to dances, and delights: All envious and profane, away, Strew, strew the glad and smiling ground Drop, drop, you violets; change your hues, And in your death go out as well As when you lived unto the smell, 5 ΙΟ 15 HYMN TO PAN. OF Pan we sing, the best of singers, Pan, That taught us swains how first to tune our lays, And on the pipe more airs than Phœbus can. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his praise. Of Pan we sing, the best of leaders, Pan, That leads the Naiads and the Dryads forth; And to their dances more than Hermes can. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth. Of Pan we sing, the best of hunters, Pan, That drives the hart to seek unused ways, And in the chase more than Silvanus can. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his praise. Of Pan we sing, the best of shepherds, Pan, That keeps our flocks and us, and both leads forth To better pastures than great Pales can. Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth ; 5 10 15 THOMAS DEKKER, The Sun's Darling, 1656; written before 1625. COUNTRY GLEE. HAYMAKERS, rakers, reapers, and mowers, Wait on your summer-queen; Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, Sing, dance, and play, 'Tis holiday; The sun does bravely shine On our ears of corn. Rich as a pearl Comes every girl: This is mine! this is mine! this is mine! Let us die, ere away they be borne. Bow to the sun, to our queen, and that fair one Come to behold our sports: Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, As those in princes' courts. These and we With country glee, Will teach the woods to resound, And the hills with echo's holloa : Their bleating dams, 'Mongst kids shall trip it round; For joy thus our wenches we follow. Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly, 25 Spring up, you falconers, the partridges freely, Then let your brave hawks fly. Now the deer falls; hark, how they ring! CAST AWAY CARE. CAST away care, he that loves sorrow Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. Pots fly about, give us more liquor, Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker; Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. From Christ Church MS. I. 4. 78; date uncertain. TO TIME. VICTORIOUS Time, whose wingèd feet do fly 5 ΙΟ 15 5 Are yet untold, since nought but discontents THOMAS MAY, The Old Couple, 1658; acted 1625. LOVE'S PRIME. DEAR, do not your fair beauty wrong And flies away from agèd things. EDMUND WALLER, Poems, 1645; written 1627. SONG. STAY, Phoebus, stay! The world to which you fly so fast, Conveying day From us to them, can pay your haste ΙΟ 5 IO With no such object, nor salute your rise 5 With no such wonder as De Mornay's eyes. |