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She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they read more
She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the
shearers--three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are
most of them means and bases, but one puritan amongst them, and
he sings psalms to hornpipes.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast read more
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some read more
When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light that's seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving read more
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
