My thoughts I speak; and what I speak doth flow Guess we the cause! Or so? Much less. How then? Sure thus it is, My lips are sweet, inspired with Stella's kiss. ETERNAL LOVE. LEAVE me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; O take fast hold; let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out to death, Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath. SIR EDWARD DYER. (1550?-1607.) MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS This poem is found in MS. Rawl. 85 (date uncertain). Dyer's scanty poetic remains are included in vol. iv. of Dr. Grosart's edition of the Miscellanies of the Fuller Worthies Library. MY mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys therein I find, b That it excels all other bliss a That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, C No princely pomp, no wealthy store, a I see how plenty surfeits oft, And hasty climbers soon do fall; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all; I seek no more than may suffice; Some have too much, yet still do crave; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; I laugh not at another's loss; I grudge not at another's pain; Some weigh their pleasure by their lust, A cloaked craft their store of skill: My wealth is health and perfect ease: JOHN LYLY. (15542-1606.) These are the first of the numerous songs from the Elizabethan Dramatists included in this volume. Mr. Bullen has edited a volume of such Lyrics from the Dramatists (London, 1889). The first and second occur in Alexander and Campaspe, 1584 (acted 1581). The Hymn to Apollo is in Midas, 1592 (acted 1590): Mr. Symonds compares this Hymn to the Processional Hymns of the Greek Parthenia, and says that it "might well have been used at such a festival". The Fairy Song is from Endymion, 1591 (acted circa 1580). The songs, however, were not included with the plays until the collective edition of 1632. There is a modern edition of Lyly's Dramatic Works edited by F. W. Fairholt (London, 1858, 2 vols.). APELLES' SONG. CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses-Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); SPRING'S WELCOME. WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? O't is the ravished nightingale. "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, HYMN TO APOLLO. ING to Apollo, god of day, SING Whose golden beams with morning play, And make her eyes so brightly shine, Aurora's face is called divine; Sing to Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sits upon. To Physic's and to Poesy's king! Crown all his altars with bright fire, A Daphnean coronet for his head, To the glittering Delian king! FAIRY REVELS. Omnes. PINCH him, pinch him black and blue ; Saucy mortals must not view I Fairy. 2 Fairy. 3 Fairy. What the queen of stars is doing, Nor pry into our fairy wooing. Pinch him blue And pinch him black Let him not lack Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red, Till sleep has rocked his addlehead. |