he mouse controls,
And sings a dirge for dying souls,
Te whit, te whoo!

From THOMAS WEELKES' _Madrigals of Five and Six Parts_, 1600.

Take here my heart, I give it thee for ever!
No better pledge can love to love deliver.
Fear not, my dear, it will not fly away,
For hope and love command my heart to stay.
But if thou doubt, desire will make it range:
Love but my heart, my heart will never change.

From FARMER's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1599.

Take time while time doth last,
Mark how fair fadeth fast;
Beware if envy reign,
Take heed of proud disdain;
Hold fast now in thy youth,
Regard thy vowed truth,
Lest, when thou waxeth old,
Friends fail and love grow cold.

From _Deuteromelia_, 1609.

The Fly she sat in shamble-row
And shambled with her heels I trow;

And then came in Sir Cranion
With legs so long and many a one;

And said "Jove speed, dame Fly, dame Fly":
"Marry, you be welcome, Sir," quoth she:

"The master Humble Bee hath sent me to thee
To wit and if you will his true love be."

But she said "Nay, that may not be,
For I must have the Butterfly,

For and a greater lord there may not be."
But at the last consent did she.

And there was bid to this wedding
All Flies in the field and Worms creeping.

The Snail she came crawling all over the plain,
With all her jolly trinkets in her train.

Ten Bees there came, all clad in gold,
And all the rest did them behold;

But the Thornbud refused this sight to see,
And to a cow-plat away flies she.

But where now shall this wedding be?--
For and hey-nonny-no in an old ivy-tree.

And where now shall we bake our bread?--
For and hey-nonny-no in an old horse-head.

And where now shall we brew our ale?--
But even within one walnut-shale.

And also where shall we our dinner make?--
But even upon a galled horse-back:

For there we shall have good company
With humbling and bumbling and much melody.

When ended was this wedding-day,
The Bee he took his Fly away,

And laid her down upon the marsh
Between one marigold and the long grass.

And there they begot good master gnat
And made him the heir of all,--that's flat.

From THOMAS WEELKES' _Airs or Fantastic Spirits_, 1608.

_Audivere, Lyce_.--HORACE.

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