"No man shall break our dancing-ring."
"Sweetings, that ye cannot tell—
Unkind sweetings, fare ye well."
Then each a mocking kiss did blow:
"Give us presents ere you go."
"You that the morning-glow outvie
For all my gift shall take a sigh.
To you that like the ebbing year
In russet go I give a tear.
With you that seem of night to weave