Winter. A song.

[At the end of "Love's Labour lost."]

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,

And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whoo!

Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,

And Marian's nose looks red and raw; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whoo!

Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note,

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Song of Fairies.

[By Puck in “Midsummer-Night's Dream.”]

Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon, Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow;

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night

That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his spite,

In the churchway paths to glide;

And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before

To sweep the dust behind the door.

SONG.

[In "Much Ado about Nothing."]

SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more; Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so, &c.

SONG.

[In the "Merchant of Venice."]

TELL me, where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?-

Reply. It is engender'd in the eyes;
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring Fancy's knell :
I'll begin it.—Ding dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.

ARIEL'S SONG.

[In the "Tempest."]

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry;

On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily;

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

SONG.

[In "Twelfth Night."]

COME away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid;

Fly away, fly away, breath,

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,

O prepare it ;

My part of death no one so true

Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O! where

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,

To weep there!

SONG.

[From the "Two Gentlemen of Verona."]

"WHO is Silvia? what is she,

"That all our swains commend her?”

Holy, fair, and wise is she,

The heavens such grace did lend her,

That she might admired be.

"Is she kind as she is fair?

"For beauty lives with kindness:"

Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness;

And, being help'd, inhabits there.