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The Driving Boy

When as the rye reach to the chin, And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe

within, Strawberries swimming in the cream, And school-boys playing in the

stream; Then O, then, O then O, my true

love said, Till that time come again, She could not live a maid.

  • George Peele

The driving boy, beside his team Of May-month’s beauty now will

dream, And cock his hat, and turn his eye On flower, and tree, and deepening

sky; And oft burst loud in fits of song, And whistle as he reels along, Cracking his whip in starts of joy— A happy, dirty, driving boy.

  • John Clare

The Morning Star

Now the bright morning star, day’s

harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and

leads with her The flowery May, who from her green

lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale


Hail, bounteous May that doth

inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire, Woods and groves, are of thy

dressing’ Hill and dale, doth boast thy



Thus we salute thee with our early

song, And welcome thee, and wish thee


  • John Milton

Welcome Maids of Honour

Welcome Maids of Honour, You doe bring In the Spring; And wait upon her.

She has Virgins many, Fresh and faire; Yet you are More sweet than any.

Y’are the Maiden Posies, And so grac’d, To be plac’d, ‘Fore Damask Roses.

Yet though thus respected, By and by Ye doe lie, Poore Girles, neglected.

  • Robert Herrick

Waters Above

Waters above! eternal springs! T h e d e w , t h a t s i l v e r s t h e D o v e s


  • O

    welcome, welcome to the sad:

Give dry dust drink; drink that makes

glad! Many fair ev’nings, many flowers Sweeten’d with rich and gentle

showers Have I enjoy’d, and down have run Many a fine and shining sun; But never till this happy hour Was blest with such an evening-


  • Henry Vaughan

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