nd he could not agree,
For Milla was his note;
The silly pipe could never get
This lovely name by rote:
With that they both fell in a sound,[22]
He fell a-sleep, his pipe to ground.

[22] Swoon.

From WILLIAM BYRD's _Songs of Sundry Natures_, 1589.

Upon a summer's day Love went to swim,
And cast himself into a sea of tears;
The clouds called in their light, and heaven waxed dim,
And sighs did raise a tempest, causing fears;
The naked boy could not so wield his arms,
But that the waves were masters of his might,
And threatened him to work far greater harms
If he devised not to scape by flight:
Then for a boat his quiver stood instead,
His bow unbent did serve him for a mast,
Whereby to sail his cloth of veil he spread,
His shafts for oars on either board he cast:
From shipwreck safe this wag got thus to shore,
And sware to bathe in lovers' tears no more.

From THOMAS CAMPION's _Second Book of Airs_ (circ. 1613).

Vain men! whose follies make a god of love;
Whose blindness, beauty doth immortal deem,
Praise not what you desire, but what you prove;
Count those things good that are, not those that seem.
I cannot call her true, that's false to me;
Nor make of women, more than women be.

How fair an entrance breaks the way to love!
How rich the golden hope, and gay delight!
What heart cannot a modest beauty move?
Who seeing clear day once will dream of night?
She seemed a saint, that brake her faith with me;
But proved a woman, as all other be.

So bitter is their sweet that True Content
Unhappy men _in_ them may never find:
Ah! but _without_ them, none. Both must consent,
Else uncouth are the joys of either kind.
Let us then praise their good, forget their ill!
Men must be men, and women women still.

From FRANCIS PILKINGTON's _Second Set of Madrigals_, 1624.

Wake, sleepy Thyrsis, wake
For Love and Venus' sake!
Come, let us mount the hills
Which Zephyrus with cool breath fills;
Or let us tread new alleys,
In yonder shady valleys.
Rise, rise, rise, rise!
Lighten thy heavy eyes:
See how the streams do glide
And the green meads divide:
But stream nor fire shall part
This and this joined heart.

From _Deuteromelia_, 1609.

We be soldiers three,
_Pardona moy je