4. A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

5. A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

6. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight, each May-morníng:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

THE CLOWN'S SONG.

1. When that I was and a little tiny boy, With heigh-ho! the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

2. But when I came to man's estate,

With heigh-ho! the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.

II.

Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.

III.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

THE FAIRY'S SONG.

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours.

BEN JONSON.

Born 1574-Died 1637.

TO CELIA.

1. Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise,

Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Jove's 'nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

2. I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be.

But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;

Since when, it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

EPITAPH ON QUEEN ELIZABETH.
1. Wouldst thou hear what man can say
In a little ?-reader, stay.

2. Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.

3. If at all she had a fault,

Leave it buried in this vault.

One name was Elizabeth;

The other, let it sleep with death:

Fitter where it died to tell,

Than that it lived at all. Farewell!

[CHAPTER X.]

FRANCIS, LORD BACON.

Born 1561-Died 1626.

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ON STUDIES.

1. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested-that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to