For youth it well beseemeth,

That pleasure he esteemeth;

And sullen age is hated,

That mirth would haue abated.

xxxiij.

Sing shepherds after mee,

Our hearts do neuer disagree; Fa la la.

No war can spoile vs of onr store,

Our welth is ease, we wish no more;

Black are our lookes, we goe not braue,
A merry heart is all we haue.

xxxiiij.

I loue, and haue my loue regarded,

And sport with sport as well rewarded, Fa la la.
Which makes me laugh when others weep,
And play with loue when others sleep. Fa la la.

XXXV.*

Cold winter's ice is fled and gone,

And sommer brages on eu'ry tree;
The red-breast peepes amidst the throng,
Of wood-borne birds that wanton bee;
Each one forgets what they haue beene,
And so doth Phillis, sommer's queene!
xxxvj. (First part.)

Why are you ladies staying,

And your lords gone a Maying;

*Canto.

Madrigals of 5, and 6 parts, apt for the viols and voices. Made and newly published by Thomas Weelkes of the Coledge at Winchester; Organist, At London printed by Thomas Este, the assigne of Thomas Morley, 1600. 4to. Dedicated "to the trvely noble, vertucus, and honorable, my very good Lord Henry Lord Winsor, Baron of Bradenham." Contains ten songs.

Runne apace and meete them;
And with your garlands greete them;
"Twere pittie they should misse you,
For they will sweetly kisse you!

(Second part.)

Harke, harke, I heare [the dauncing]
And a nimble morris prauncing;.

The bagpipe and the morris bells,

That they are not farre hence vs tells ;

Come let vs all goe thether,

And daunce like friends together.*

xxxvij.

Lady the birds right fairely,

Are singing euer earely;

The larke, the thrush, the nightingale,

The make sport cuckow, and the quaile;
These sing of loue, then why sleepe yee?
To loue your sleepe it may not be !

*The bagpipe must be considered as only provincially attached to the Morice-daunce. Of its musical estimation in the time of the author there is proof in Shakspeare's Winter's Tale, where the servant, announcing the arrival of Autolicus, says, "If you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you."The above lines are too modern to appear like an authority, or "the daunce like friends together" might supply an idea of the undescribed characters which appear in Mr. Tollett's window, and also in the Flemish print given by Mr. Douce. Upon this subject I shall take the liberty of noticing a slight recollection, (but which I consider may be depended on), of having heard at a juvenile period, when such trifles make lasting impressions, an old maudlin ditty, containing in one part the following words;

"I am a Morice-dancer,

And have a tongue within my teeth

To give the folks an answer."

xxxviij.* (First part.)

Thule, the period of cosmographie

Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulphurious fire Doth melt the frozen clime and thaw the skie,

Trinacrian Ætna's flames ascend not hier;

These things seeme wondrous, yet more wondrous I, Whose hart with feare doth freeze, with loue doth fry. (Second part.)

The Andelusian merchant that returnes,

Laden with Cutchinele and china dishes,

Reports in Spaine how strangely Fogo burnes,
Amidst an ocean full of flying fishes;

These things seeme wondrous, yet more wondrous I,
Whose hart with feare doth freeze, with loue doth fry,

xxxviiij.

A sparow hauke proud did hold in wicked iayle,
Musicke's sweet chorister the nightingale,

To whom with sighes she said, oh set me free,
And in my song, I'll praise no bird but thee;
The hauke replide, I will not loose my dyet,
To let a thousand such enioy their quiet.

xl.

Mars in a furie gainst loue's brightest queene,
Put on his healme and toke him to his launce;
And marching to the mount this warrior was seene,
And there his ensigns did the god aduance;
And by heauen's greatest gates, hee stoutly swore,
Venus should dye, for shee had wrong'd him sore."

J. H.

"Canto. Madrigals of six parts, apt." &c. (ut sup.) Conclusion of the last, dedicated "to the right noble minded, and most vertuous gentleman, Maister George Brooke, Esquier." Contains ten songs. Neither of Weelkes's publications are noticed by Herbert.

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ART. LXXXIV. Old Madrigals.
i. *

O stay faire cruell, doe not still torment mee
With frownes, disgraces, and disdainfull deeds,
When euery eye with pittie doth lament mee,

That viewes my face and my misfortune reads;
Oh bee not so hard harted still,

Your glorie's greater for to spare then spill.

ij.

My hope a counsell with my loue, hath long desired to bee, And maruels much so deere a friend, is not retayn'd by

mee;

She doth condemne my foolish hast in passing the estate Of my whole lyfe into your hands, who nought payes for't

but hate;

And not suffic'd with this, she sayes I dyd release the

right

Of my enjoyed liberties, vnto your beauteous sight.

iij.

Pittie deere loue my pittie mouing words,

Fetch'd from the depth of griefe and sad lament, Whose thoughts before they speak, no hope affords, Sauing that thus you know my discontent.

iiij.

Sweet loue I erre, and doe my error know,

As he that burnes, and nourisheth the fire; My griefe doth waxe and reason lesse doth grow, Yet want I power to bridle my desire;

*Tenor. Madrigales to 3. 4. and 5. parts: apt for Viols and voices. Newly composed by Michaell Este. 1604. In London printed by Thomas Este. Dedicated to Sir Iohn Crofts, Knight, and divided in three portions of eight each for three, four, and five voices.

Content is dead, my ioyes are all distressed;
Aye thus it is to be with loue oppressed.

*

V.

In vaine my tongue thou begst to ease my care,

In vaine mine eies you gase, or looke for aide,

In vaine my eares you listen after aire,

In vaine my thoughts you thinke what hath beene

said;

In vaine my hope when truth is not rewarded;

In vaine

my

faith serues where 'tis not regarded.
vj. (First part.)

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast is but a dish of paine,
My crop of corne is but a feeld of tares,

And all my good is but vaine hope of gaine:
Vaine hope of gaine and yet I saw no sunne,
And now I liue and now my lyfe is done.
vij. (Second part.)

The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung,

The fruit is dead and yet the leaues bee greene;

My youth is gone and yet I am but young,
I saw the world and yet I was not seene.
I was not seene and yet it is not spunne,
And now I liue, and now my life is done.
viij. (First part.)

Slie theefe, if so you will me beleeue,
It nought or little did mee grieue,
That my true hart you had bereft,
Till that vnkindely you it left;
Leauing you loose, loosing you kill,
That which I may forgoe so ill.

viiij. (Second part.)

What thing more cruell can you doe,

Then rob a man and kill him to;