THOMAS HEYWOOD, 1575?-1650? LX. A MESSAGE TO PHILLIS. E little birds that sit and sing YE Amidst the shady valleys, And see how Phillis sweetly walks Go pretty birds about her bower, Go tell her through your chirping bills, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden: Go pretty birds and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, Ye pretty wantons warble. Go tune your voices harmony, And sing I am her lover; Strain loud and sweet, that every note, With sweet content may move her: And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice, Yet still methinks I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. O fly, make haste, see, see, she falls Sing round about her rosy bed, Say to her, 'tis her lover true, That sendeth love to you, to you; And when you have heard her kind reply, Return with pleasant warblings. LXI. VALERIUS' SONG. ACK clouds away, and welcome day, РАСК With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air blow soft, mount lark aloft, To give my love good-morrow. Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing ; Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin-red-breast, LXII. JOHN FLETCHer, 1576-1625. FRANCIS BEAUMONT, 1586-1615. ORIANA'S SONG. OME sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving, COM Lock me in delight awhile; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my powers of care bereaving! Though but a shadow, but a sliding, Oh! let my joys have some abiding. LXIII. SONG OF THE PRIEST OF PAN. S HEPHERDS all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, |