John Lyly (Lylie or Lyllie)

What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, read more

What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries,
And still her woes at midnight rise.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.