PHILLIDA AND CORYDON.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. COOKE.-Medal, 1773.

In the merry month of May,
In a morne by breake of day,
Forth I walked by the wood-side,
When, as May was in his pride,
There I spied all alone,
Phillida and Corydon.

Much adoo there was, God wot,
He would love, and she would not.
She said never man was true,
He said, none was false to you;
He said, he had lov'd her long,
She said, love should have no wrong.
Corydon would kisse her then,
She said, maides must kisse no men,
Till they did for good and all:
Then she made the sheapherd call
All the heavens to witnesse truth,
Never lov'd a truer youth.
Thus with many a pretty oath,
Yea and nay, and faith and troath,
Such as silly sheapherds use,
When they will not love abuse.
Love, which had beene long deluded,
Was with kisses sweet concluded;
And Phillida, with garlands gay,
Was made the lady of the May.

Nicholas Breton, 1580. See" England's Helicon."

* Crown'd.

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GLEE for Three Voices.

And for Five Voices.

W. JACKSON.

J. DANBY.

IN a vale clos'd with woodland, where grottoes abound,
Where rivulets murmur, and echoes resound;

I vow'd to the muses my time and my care,
Since neither could win me the smiles of my fair.

As freedom inspir'd me, I rang'd and I sung,
And Daphne's dear name never fell from my tongue
But if a smooth accent delighted my ear,

I could wish unawares that my Daphne might hear.

With fairest ideas my bosom I stor'd,

To drive from my heart the fair nymph I ador'd;
But the more I with study my fancy refin'd,
The deeper impression she made on my mind.

Ah! whilst I the beauties of nature pursue,
I still must my Daphne's fair image renew;
The graces have chosen with Daphne to rove,
And the muses are all in alliance with love!

Shakspeare.

GLEE for Five Voices.

R. J. S. STEVENS.-Medal, 1786.

Ir was a lover, and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho! and a hey nonino! That o'er the green corn fields did pass,

In the spring time ;

The pretty spring-time, when birds do sing
Hey! ding a ding, sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho! and a hey nonino! Now love is crowned with the prime,

In the spring time;

The pretty spring time, when birds do sing
Hey! ding a ding, sweet lovers love the spring.

Shakspeare.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.

In the lonely vale of streams abides the narrow soul;
Years roll on, seasons return, but he is still unknown:
In a blast comes cloudy death, and lays his grey head

low;

His ghost is folded in the vapour of the fenny field; Its course is never on hills, nor mossy vales of wind. Ossian.

THE DESERTER'S MEDITATIONS.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Harmonized by S. HARRISON.

IF sadly thinking,

And spirits sinking,

Could more than drinking

Our griefs compose;

A cure for sorrow
From care I'd borrow,
And hope to-morrow
Might end my woes.

But since in wailing
There's nought availing,
And Death unfailing

Will strike his blow;

Then for this reason,

And for a season,

Let us be merry before we go.

A way-worn ranger,
To joy a stranger,
Through ev'ry danger

My course I've run ;
Now Death befriending,
His last aid lending,
My griefs are ending,

My woes are gone.