Are these things then necessities? Then let us meet them like necessities.
The year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o'the season Are our carnations and streaked gillyvors.
They are but beggars that can count their worth, But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life.
Barnes are blessings.
Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.
I think he only loves the world for him.
Honor, riches, marriage blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you.
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man's estate With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.
My father's spirit in arms! All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.