From Farmer’s First Set of English Madrigals, 1599.
A little pretty bonny lass was walking
From John Dowland’s Second Book of Songs or Airs, 1600.
A shepherd in a shade his plaining made
“My heart where have you laid? O cruel maid,
To kill when you might save!
Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth,
Without a tomb or grave?
O let it be entombed and lie
In your sweet mind and memory,
Lest I resound on every warbling string
‘Fie, fie on love! that is a foolish thing.’
Restore, restore my heart again
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain,
Lest that, enforced by your disdain,
I sing ‘Fie on love! it is a foolish thing.’”
From Thomas Weelkes’ Madrigals of Six Parts, 1600.
A Sparrow-Hawk proud did hold in wicked jail
From Robert Jones’ First Book of Airs, 1601.
A woman’s looks
The rarest wit
Is made forget,
And like a child
Is oft beguiled
With love’s sweet-seeming bait;
Love with his rod
So like a God
Commands the mind;
We cannot find,
Fair shows hide foul deceit.