IN the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, Forth I walk’d by the wood-side When as May was in his pride: There I spied all alone

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;

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…

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

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

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,

Shall we go dance the hay, the hay… Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd’s roundelay. Shall we go sing the song, the son… Never Love did ever wrong,

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…

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…

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

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,

Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!), Was never morn so fair, There shone a sun, though not the… That shineth in the air. For the earth, and from the earth,

The worldly prince doth in his sce… A kind of heaven in his authoritie… The wealthy miser, in his mass of… Makes to his soul a kind of Parad… The epicure that eats and drinks a…

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 the bower there is a chair,

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,