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 JOHN LYLY

96 Spring's Welcome

WHAT bird bo sings, yet so docs wail? O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale. Jug, 1"gy ?ug> ;> tera*' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear, Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbieast tunes his note* Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo^ to welcome m the spring'

��ANTHONY MUNDAY

97 Beauty Bathing

��[ EAUTY sat bathing by a spring,

Where fairest shades did hide her; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,

The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye

To see what was forbidden: But better memory said Fie, So vain desire was chidden

Hey nonny nonny O' Hey nonny nonny!

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