When all around the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

So, lord Beltane, do I know that in her hands thy happiness doth lie.

And Johan said: 'Since the day doth rest with us, we will share the glory together.'

"When the spring brings sweet delights, When aloft the lark doth rise, Lovers woo o' mellow nights, And youths peep in maidens' eyes, That time blooms the eglantine, Daisies pied upon the hill, Cowslips fair and columbine, Dusky violets by the rill.

But my sweet lass my love doth fly, Which shall make me by poison die.

A fatall hunting when a King doth fall: All earthly pleasures are thus washt in gall.

But that immortall light which there doth shine Is many thousand times more bright, more cleare, 170 More excellent, more glorious, more divine; Through which to God all mortall actions here, And even the thoughts of men, do plaine appeare; For from th'Eternall Truth it doth proceed, Through heavenly vertue which her beames doe breed.

There when they came, whereas those bricky towers, The which on Themmes brode aged back doth ride, Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers, There whylome wont the Templer knights to bide; Till they decayd through pride.

Within that world, I too shall ceaseless moan, Where dwell the lord and the unconquered one, And seers and great men dwell within that deep, With dragons of those realms we all shall sleep; Where King Etana and god Ner doth reign With Allat, the dark Under-World's great queen, Who reigns o'er all within her regions lone, The Mistress of the Fields, her mother, prone Before her falls, and none her face withstands;

"Then came a strange and rushing sound Like the coming wind doth bring,

Phoebus is present: glad he is to sing a merry song; Now helps the work, now full of hope upon the harp doth play; The Sisters listen to the song that charms their toil away.

"For needs the lover must esteem that well, Which comes from her, with whom his heart doth dwell.

that Sings it knows not what; 'Tis not that hiss, when one says, "hist, come hither," Nor that same hiss that setteth dogs together, Nor that same hiss that by a fire doth stand, And hisseth T. or F. upon the hand; But 'tis a hiss, and I'll unlace my coat, For I should sound sure, if I heard that note, And then green ginger for the green goose cries, Serves not the turnI turn'd the white of eyes.

The thanks that Paris gave the Grecian queen, The like doth Mucedorus yield.

My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please? Guess me the causewhat is it thus?fye, no. Or so?much less.

Again he thought he heard a voice which cried, "Sleep no more: Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep, that nourishes life."

He hath had me, with Walkyn and the archer, speak full oft of how we fired the gibbet and roars mighty laughs to hear how thou didst bear off Sir Pertolepe in the greenaye, Sir Benedict doth love to hear tell of that.

Heauens face doth glow, [Sidenote: dooes] Yea this solidity and compound masse, [Sidenote: Ore this]

I may not tell her beauty for 'twas compounded of all beauteous things, of the snow of lilies, the breath of flowers, the gleam of stars on moving waters, the music of streams, the murmur of wind in treesI cannot tell thee more but that there is a flame doth hide within her hair, and for her eyesO methinks 'tis for her eyes I do love her mostlove her?

O me, alack and woe!" "When doth thy watch end, Giles?" "It ended an hour agone, but to what end?

Cold doth increase, the sickness will not cease, And here we lie, God knows, with little ease.

THE DAFT DAYS Now mirk December's dowie face Glowrs owr the rigs wi' sour grimace, While, thro' his minimum of space, The bleer-eyed sun, Wi' blinkin' light and steeling pace, His race doth run.

"In the meadow no grasses wither, And never a flower doth fade; However a fair lad fadeth That once was a lusty blade.

WINTER When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

he whispered, "O Beltane, could'st indeed forgive allall harm done thee, howsoever great or small thy mind doth hold themcould'st forgive all!" "Aye, I could forgive them all, Fidelisall save Helenwho hath broke this heart of mine and made my soul a thing as black as she hath whited this my hair.