s or Airs_, 1603.

Behold a wonder here!
Love hath receiv'd his sight!
Which many hundred year
Hath not beheld the light.

Such beams infused be
By Cynthia in his eyes,
As first have made him see
And then have made him wise.

Love now no more will weep
For them that laugh the while!
Nor wake for them that sleep,
Nor sigh for them that smile!

So powerful is the Beauty
That Love doth now behold,
As Love is turned to Duty
That's neither blind nor bold.

Thus Beauty shows her might
To be of double kind;
In giving Love his sight
And striking Folly blind.

From the Second Book of _Musica Transalpina_, 1597.

Brown is my Love, but graceful:
And each renowned whiteness
Match'd with thy lovely brown loseth its brightness.

Fair is my Love, but scornful:
Yet have I seen despised
Dainty white lilies, and sad flowers well prized.

From JOHN DOWLAND's _Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs_, 1603.

By a fountain where I lay,
(All blessed be that blessed day!)
By the glimm'ring of the sun,
(O never be her shining done!)
When I might see alone
My true Love, fairest one!
Love's dear light!
Love's clear sight!
No world's eyes can clearer see!
A fairer sight, none can be!

Fair with garlands all addrest,
(Was never Nymph more fairly blest!)
Blessed in the highest degree,
(So may she ever blessed be!)
Came to this fountain near,
With such a smiling cheer!
Such a face,
Such a grace!
Happy, happy eyes, that see
Such a heavenly sight as She!

Then I forthwith took my pipe,
Which I all fair and clean did wipe,
And upon a heavenly ground,
All in the grace of beauty found,
Play'd this roundelay:
"Welcome, fair Queen of May!
Sing, sweet air!
Welcome, Fair!
Welcome be the Shepherds' Queen,
The glory of all our green!"

From THOMAS RAVENSCROFT's _Brief Discourse, &c._, 1614.

THE URCHINS' DANCE.

By the moon we sport and play,
With the night begins our day:
As we frisk the dew doth fall;
Trip it, little urchins all!
Lightly as the little bee,
Two by two, and three by three;
And about, about go we.

THE ELVES' DANCE.

Round about in a fair