Good Muse, rock me asleep With some sweet harmony; The weary eye is not to keep Thy wary company. Sweet Love, begone awhile,

Say that I should say I love ye, Would you say ’tis but a saying? But if Love in prayers move ye, Will ye not be moved with praying? Think I think that Love should kn…

Say that I should say I love ye, Would you say ’tis but a saying? But if love in prayers move ye, Will ye not be moved with praying? Think I think that love should kn…

Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face; But think what power thou hast got

Love and my mistress were at strif… Who had the greatest power on me: Betwixt them both, oh, what a life… Nay, what a death is this to be! She said, she did it with her eye;

Come, little babe; come, silly sou… Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s g… Born, as I doubt, to all our dole And to thyself unhappy chief: Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,

Oh, with thy grace my heart inspir… To bring forth fruites of thy desi… Give me thy Peters penitence, Paul’s faith, and Job his patienc… And Marie’s grace, and John his l…

On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower, Where the heavenly Muses meet. In that bower there is a chair,

Sylvan Muses, can ye sing Of the beauty of the Spring? Have ye seen on earth that sun That a heavenly course hath run? Have ye lived to see those eyes

O the sweet sence of love’s humili… Which feares displeasure in a dear… The onely note of Truth’s nobilit… Whose worthy grace is graced witho… For who wants faith, wants little…

COME little babe, come silly sou… Thy father’s shame, thy mother’s g… Born as I doubt to all our dole, And to thyself unhappy chief:    Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,

Oh that I could write a story Of love’s dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch’d with his infection… But he doth so closely wind him,

Pretty twinkling starry eyes! How did Nature first devise Such a sparkling in your sight As to give Love such delight As to make him, like a fly,

Sweet birds! that sit and sing amo… And see how sweetly Phyllis walks… Go round about her bower, and sing… To her is only known his faith tha… And she among you all that hath th…

Who can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad? Who upon a fair green balk May at pleasure sit and walk, And amid the azure skies