, most worthy the envying.

From GILES FARNABY's _Canzonets_, 1598.

Simkin said that Sis was fair,
And that he meant to love her;
He set her on his ambling mare,--
All this he did to prove her.

When they came home Sis floted cream
And poured it through a strainer,
But sware that Simkin should have none
Because he did disdain her.

From THOMAS FORD's _Music Of Sundry Kinds_, 1607.

Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye,
If now I be disdained I wish my heart had never known ye.
What? I that loved and you that liked shall we begin to wrangle?
No, no no, my heart is fast, and cannot disentangle.

If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may forgive me
Or if my hands had strayed but a touch, then justly might you leave me.
I asked you leave, you bade me love; is't now a time to chide me?
No no no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me.

The sun whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder,
And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder,
Where beauty moves, and wit delights and signs of kindness bind me
There, O there! where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me.

From THOMAS MORLEY's _First Book of Ballets_, 1595.

Sing we and chant it
While love doth grant it.
Fa la la!

Not long youth lasteth,
And old age hasteth.
Fa la la!

Now is best leisure
To take our pleasure.
Fa la la!

All things invite us
Now to delight us.
Fa la la!

Hence care be packing,
No mirth be lacking.
Fa la la!

Let spare no treasure
To live in pleasure.
Fa la la!

From THOMAS BATESON's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1604.

Sister, awake! close not your eyes!
The day her light discloses,
And the bright morning doth arise
Out of her bed of roses.

See, the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
In at our window peeping:
Lo! how he blusheth to espy
Us idle wenches sleeping.

Therefore, awake! make haste, I say,
And let us, without staying,
All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the park a-maying.

From THOMAS CAMPION's _Third Book of Airs_ (circ. 1613).

Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me!
For who a