Book the First I A MORNING SONG (Cymbeline.) HARK, hark! the lark at Heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; With every thing that pretty is, William Shakespeare. 2 A GREETING PACK, clouds, away, and welcome, day, Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing, To give my Love good-morrow, B Wake from thy nest, Robin Redbreast, Thomas Heywood. 3 THE CONSOLATIONS OF POETRY (The Shepherd's Hunting.) SHE doth tell me where to borrow |