A Book of old English love songs . r^^^ ARK! hark! the lark at heavens gatesings,And Phoebus gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking May-buds begin To ope their golden eyes :With everything that pretty lady sweet, arise;Arise, arise. — William Shakespeare. [45] tft&ele. EAR no more the heat o the sunNor the furious winters rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone and taen thy wagesGolden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o the great,Thou art past the tyrants stroke; Care no more to
A Book of old English love songs . r^^^ ARK! hark! the lark at heavens gatesings,And Phoebus gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking May-buds begin To ope their golden eyes :With everything that pretty lady sweet, arise;Arise, arise. — William Shakespeare. [45] tft&ele. EAR no more the heat o the sunNor the furious winters rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone and taen thy wagesGolden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o the great,Thou art past the tyrants 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.[46] jFtode Fear no more the lightning-flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finishd joy and moan : All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. — William Shakespeare.
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