CIS PILKINGTON's _First Book of Songs or Airs_, 1605.

Whither so fast? see how the kindly flowers
Perfume the air, and all to make thee stay:
The climbing wood-bine, clipping all these bowers,
Clips thee likewise for fear thou pass away;
Fortune our friend, our foe will not gainsay.
Stay but awhile, Ph[oe]be no tell-tale is;
She her Endymion, I'll my Ph[oe]be kiss.

Fear not, the ground seeks but to kiss thy feet;
Hark, hark, how Philomela sweetly sings!
Whilst water-wanton fishes as they meet
Strike crotchet time amidst these crystal springs,
And Zephyrus amongst the leaves sweet murmur rings.
Stay but awhile, Ph[oe]be no tell-tale is;
She her Endymion, I'll my Ph[oe]be kiss.

See how the helitrope, herb of the sun,
Though he himself long since be gone to bed,
Is not of force thine eye's bright beams to shun,
But with their warmth his goldy leaves unspread,
And on my knee invites thee rest thy head.
Stay but awhile, Ph[oe]be no tell-tale is;
She her Endymion, I'll my Ph[oe]be kiss.

From WILLIAM BYRD's _Psalms, Sonnets, and Songs_, 1588.

Who likes to love, let him take heed!
And wot you why?
Among the gods it is decreed
That Love shall die;
And every wight that takes his part
Shall forfeit each a mourning heart.

The cause is this, as I have heard:
A sort of dames,
Whose beauty he did not regard
Nor secret flames,
Complained before the gods above
That gold corrupts the god of love.

The gods did storm to hear this news,
And there they swore,
That sith he did such dames abuse
He should no more
Be god of love, but that he should
Both die and forfeit all his gold.

His bow and shafts they took away
Before his eyes,
And gave these dames a longer day
For to devise
Who should them keep, and they be bound
That love for gold should not be found.

These ladies striving long, at last
They did agree
To give them to a maiden chaste,
Whom I did see,
Who with the same did pierce my breast:
Her beauty's rare, and so I rest.

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

1. Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough
And fall in love?
2. Sweet beauty, which hath power to bow
The gods above.
1. What dost th