Know, Lady, you have but your day!
And time will come when you shall wear
Such frost and snow upon your hair;
And when, though long, it comes to pass,
You question with your looking-glass,
And in that sincere crystal seek
But find no rose-bud in your cheek,
Nor any bed to give the shew
Where such a rare carnation grew:-
Ah! then too late, close in your chamber keeping,
It will be told
That you are old,–
By those true tears you’re weeping.
But when that men have both well drunk, and fed,Let my enchantments then be sung or read.When laurel spirts i’ th’ fire, and when the hearthSmiles to itself, and gilds the roof with mirth;When up the Thyrse is raised, and when the soundOf sacred orgies, flies A round, A round;When the rose reigns, and locks…
From all mischances that may frightYour pleasing slumbers in the night :Mercy secure ye all, and keepThe goblin from ye while ye sleep.Past one o’clock, and almost two,My masters all, good-day to you.
We are the lords of wine and oil;By whose tough labours, and rough hands,We rip up first, then reap our lands.Crown’d with the ears of corn, now come,And to the pipe sing Harvest Home.Come forth, my lord, and see the cartDress’d up with all the country art.See, here a malkin, there a sheet,As spotless pure,…
Safely guard us, now and aye,From the blast that burns by day;And those sounds that us affrightIn the dead of dampish night;Drive all hurtful fiends us fro,By the time the cocks first crow.
