Sing no more ditties, sing no moe
Of dumps so dull and heavy!
The fraud of men was ever so,

Since summer first was leavy :
Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny!

O MISTRESS MINE

[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 indure.

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TAKE, O TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY

[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.

CUP US TILL THE WORLD GOES ROUND

[From Antony and Cleopatra]

COME thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy fats our cares be drown'd,
With thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;
Cup us till the world goes round,
Cup us till the world goes round!

HARK, HARK ! THE LARK!

[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!

FEAR NO MORE THE HEAT O' THE SUN

[From Cymbeline]

FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,

Nor the furious winter's rages ;

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Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak:
The Sceptre, Learning, Physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,

Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

Nothing ill come near thee!

Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

WHERE THE BEE SUCKS

[From The Tempest]

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,

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Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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And little Tom the mother's boy:
All their pleasure is, content,

And care, to pay their yearly rent.

Joan can call by name her cows

And deck her windows with green boughs:

She can wreaths and tutties make,
And trim with plums a bridal cake.
Jack knows what brings gain or loss,
And his long flail can stoutly toss :
Makes the hedge which others break,
And ever thinks what he doth speak.
Now, you courtly dames and knights,
That study only strange delights,
Though you scorn the homespun gray,
And revel in your rich array;
Though your tongues dissemble deep
And can your heads from danger keep;
Yet, for all your pomp and train,

Securer lives the silly swain!

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SONG TO CELIA

[From The Forest]

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