This carol they began that hour,

With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino! How that a life was but a flower In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the present time

With a hey and a ho, and a hey nonino!

For love is crownéd with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

From MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

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 moe Of dumps so dull and heavy! The fraud of men were 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!

From TWELFth Night

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

From MEASURE FOR MEASURE Take, O take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again;

Bring again;

Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain!

From CYMBELINE

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 every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise, arise!

SONNETS

XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temper

ate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime de

clines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed;

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I

seen

Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign. eye,

Kissing with golden face the meadows green,

Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack 2 on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide,

Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:

Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;

But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath masked him for