The sweat upon thy face doth oft appear

Like to my mother's fat and kitchen-gain.

Ah, leave my toe, and kiss my lips, my love!

My lips are thine, for I have given them thee;

Within thy cap 't is thou shalt wear my glove;

At football sport thou shalt my champion be.

Thy breath is like the steam of apple-pies.

Thy lips resemble two cucumbers fair;

Thy teeth like to the tusks of fattest swine;

Thy speech is like the thunder in the air:

Would God, thy toes, thy lips, and all were mine!

DORON AND CARMELA

Carmela. Doron, what thing doth move this wishing grief?

Doron.

'Tis Love, Carmela, ah, 't is cruel Love,

That, like a slave and caitiff villain-thief,

Hath cut my throat of joy for thy behove.

Carmela. Where was he born?

Doron.

In faith, I know not where;
But I have heard much talk-
ing of his dart:

Ay me, poor man! with many a
trampling tear

I feel him wound the fore

horse of my heart.

What, do I love?

but talk:

O, no, I do

What, shall I die for love?

O, no, not so.

What, am I dead? O, no, my

tongue doth walk:

Come, kiss, Carmela, and confound my woe.

Carmela. Even with this kiss, as once my father did,

I seal the sweet indentures of

delight:

Doron.

Before I break my vow the gods forbid,

No, not by day, nor yet by darksome night.

Even with his garland made of hollyhocks

I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss:

Heigh-ho, how glad I am to touch thy locks!

My frolic heart even now a freeman is.

Carmela. I thank you, Doron, and will think on you;

I love you, Doron, and will wink

on you;

I seal your charter-patent with my thumbs:

Come, kiss and part, for fear my mother comes.

The Shepherd's
Wife's Song

Ah, what is Love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too;

For kings have cares that wait upon a

crown,

And cares can make the sweetest love to frown:

Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain?

His flocks are folded, he comes home at night,

As merry as a king in his delight;

And merrier too;

For kings bethink then what the state require,

Where shepherds careless carol by the fire: Ah then, ah then,

If country loves such sweet desires do gain,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain?

He kisseth first, then sits as blithe to eat His cream and curds as doth the king his meat;

And blither too;

For kings have often fears when they do

sup,

Where shepherds dread no poison in their

cup:

Ah then, ah then,

If country loves such sweet desires do

gain,

What lady would not love a shepherd swain?

To bed he goes, as wanton, then, I ween, As is a king in dalliance with a queen; More wanton too;

For kings have many griefs affects to

move,

Where shepherds have no greater grief than love:

Ah then, ah then,

If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?