La_belle_epoque
(Paul Woodroffe)
Title: Songs from the Plays of Shakespeare.
Author: William Shakespeare, Ernest Rhys (editor).
Illustrator: Paul Woodroffe.
Publisher: The Guild of Women-Binders.
Date Published: 1901.
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You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy Queen!
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-leggd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm
Nor spell nor charm
Come our lovely lady nigh:
So, Good Night, with lullaby.
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That oer the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
These pretty country folks would lie.
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
- Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey, nonny, nonny.
Come unto these yellow sands...
Lawn as white as driven snow...
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws...
Blow, blow, thou winter wind...
When icicles hand by the wall...
Full fathom five thy father lies...
Take, O, take those lips away...
How should I your true love know...
Orpheus with his lute made trees.
