5.

6.

Io, pæans let us sing

To Physic's and to Poesy's king!

Crown all his altars with bright fire,
Laurels bind about his lyre,

A Daphnean coronet for his head,
The Muses dance about his bed;
When on his ravishing lute he plays,
Strew his temple round with bays.
Io, pæans let us sing

To the glittering Delian king!

Hark, Hark! the Lark

J. Lyly

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.

The Love Call

W. Shakespeare

Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!

Titan shineth clear.

Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?

3.

PACK

Matin-Song

ACK clouds, away, and welcome, day!
With night we banish sorrow.

Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft

To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing;
To give my Love good-morrow!

To give my Love good-morrow

Notes from them all I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast,
Sing birds in every furrow,
And from each bill let music shrill

Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cocksparrow,
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves
Sing my fair Love good-morrow;

To give my Love good-morrow,
Sing, birds, in every furrow.

4.

Song to Apollo

SING

ING to Apollo, god of day,

T. Heywood

Whose golden beams with morning play

And make her eyes so brightly shine,
Aurora's face is called divine;
Sing to Phoebus and that throne
Of diamonds which he sits upon.

5.

Io, pæans let us sing

To Physic's and to Poesy's king!

Crown all his altars with bright fire,
Laurels bind about his lyre,

A Daphnean coronet for his head,
The Muses dance about his bed;
When on his ravishing lute he plays,
Strew his temple round with bays.
Io, pæans let us sing

To the glittering Delian king!

Hark, Hark! the Lark

J. Lyly

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.

6.

W. Shakespeare

The Love Call

Phyllida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon!

Titan shineth clear.

Corydon. Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?

Phyl. Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee,
Arise then, arise then,

Arise and keep thy flock with me!
Cor. Phyllida, my true love, is it she?
I come then, I come then,

I come and keep my flock with thee.

Phyl. Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon;
Eat them for my sake.

Cor. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one,
Sport for thee to make.

Phyl. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk,
To knit thee, to knit thee,

A pair of stockings white as milk.

Cor. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, To make thee, to make thee,

A bonnet to withstand the heat.

Phyl. I will gather flowers, my Corydon,
To set in thy cap.

Cor. I will gather pears, my lovely one,
To put in thy lap.

Phyl. I will buy my true love garters gay
For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about his legs so tall.

Cor. I will buy my true love yellow say,
For Sundays, for Sundays,

To wear about her middle small.

Phyl. When my Corydon sits on a hill
Making melody-

Cor. When my lovely one goes to her wheel,
Singing cheerily-

Phyl, Sure methinks my true love doth excel
For sweetness, for sweetness,

Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight.

Cor. And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness, for clearness,

Beyond the nymphs that be so bright.

Phyl. Had my Corydon, my Corydon,
Been, alack! her swain

Cor. Had my lovely one, my lovely one,
Been in Ida plain-

Phyl. Cynthia Endymion had refused,
Preferring, preferring

My Corydon to play withal.

Cor. The Queen of Love had been excused
Bequeathing, bequeathing

My Phyllida the golden ball.

Phyl. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon,
Whither shall I fly?

Cor. Under yonder beech, my lovely one,
While she passeth by.

Phyl. Say to her thy true love was not here:
Remember, remember,

To-morrow is another day.

Cor. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; Farewell then, farewell then!

Heaven keep our loves alway.

Anon.