Ha ha! ha ha! this World doth Pass Ha ha ha ha! this world doth pass Farra diddle dino; This is idle fino. Ty hye! ty hye! O sweet delight! Farra diddle dino; This is idle fino. So so! so so! fine English days! Farra diddle dino; This is idle fino. is a Boy Love's god is a boy, None but cowherds regard him, Great opinion hath marred him; The fear of the wag Hath made him so brag; Chide him, he'll fly thee And not come nigh thee. Little boy, pretty knave, shoot not at random, For if you hit me, slave, I'll tell your grandam. Fond love is a child And his compass is narrow, Young fools are beguiled With the fame of his arrow; He dareth not strike If his stroke do mislike: Come not too near me. LOVE'S GOD IS A BOY Little boy, pretty knave, hence I beseech For if you, you you. hit me, knave, in faith I'll breech The ape loves to meddle When he finds a man idle, Where his mark is a-courting; When women grow true Come teach me to sue, Then I'll come to thee, Pray thee, and woo thee. Little boy, pretty knave, make me not stagger, For if you hit me, knave, I'll call thee beggar. only Treasure Sweet love, mine only treasure, If in her hair so slender, Like golden nets entwined Which fire and art have 'fined, Her thrall my heart I render For ever to abide With locks so dainty tied. If in her eyes she bind it, Wherein that fire was framed By which it is enflamed, I dare not look to find it: To see that pleasant light. |