Now wend we home, stout Robin Hood,
Leave we the woods behind us,
Love-passions must not be withstood,
Love everywhere will find us.
I lived in field and town, and so did he;
I got me to the woods, Love followed me.
Hey, jolly Robin, &c.
[8] Old ed.,—“Love with obeyednes and a winke could winne.”
From Michael Este’s Madrigals of three, four and five parts, 1604. (By Nicholas Breton. Originally published in 1591.)
In the merry month of May,
From Thomas Greaves’ Songs of Sundry Kinds, 1604.
Inconstant Laura makes me death to crave,
From Henry Lichfild’s First Set of Madrigals, 1613.
Injurious hours, whilst any joy doth bless me,
From William Byrd’s Songs of Sundry Natures, 1589.
Is Love a boy,—what means he then to strike?