Greene has his
Ah, what is love, it is a pretty thing,
As sweet unto a shepherd as a king,
which is in the spirit of Burns's best songs of rural love; and his courtly love song with the French refrain,
N'oserez vous, mon bel ami!
and his Lullaby
Weep not my wanton, smile upon my knee,
When thou art old, there's grief enough for thee.
This has the charm of the folk-songs,
Old and plain,
And dallying with the innocence of love.
It may also be said that, at the opposite pole, Greene's snatches of English hexameters are the best of their kind then written.