Sing no more ditties, sing no moe
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
William Shakespeare.
A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phœbus 'gins arise';
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet arise:
Arise, arise.
William Shakespeare.
THE UNFAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.