...her will must be obeyed, And well he ends, for love who dies, s. DANIEL, 1582. ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...yet he robs me of my rest, — Ah ! wanton, will ye ! And if I sleep, then pierceth he With pretty slight, And makes his pillow of my knee The live-long...

...called " Rotalynd's Madrigal," and >n not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare :— Love In my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with bis wings he plays with me, Now wltb his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my...

...when, as an old poet nearly three hundred years ago, in his " Golden Legacy," beautifully said, — " Love in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet...feet ; Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amid my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. And if I sleep,...

...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rfaalinift Madrigal.] Lore d sport, with ho, ho, ho t More swift than lightning...soon, And, in a minute's space, descry Each thing th Iliii bed amidst my tender bread ; My kisses arc his daily feast, And yet he rob» me of my rest :...

...light. [RoeaHncTs Madrigal.] Love in my boscni, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings lie rs J My Kisses are his daily feast, And vet he robs me of my rest : Áh, wanton, will ye Î And if I sleep,...

...Madrigal,' and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspcare : Luve in my bosom like я bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feel. V Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily...

...forbear adding a little piece not so well known as it deserves to be, called " RO8ELIND'8* MADRIGAL. " Love in my Bosom like a Bee Doth suck his sweet ;...wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within my Eyes he makes his nest, His bed within my tender Breast. My Kisses are his daily feast, But yet...

...Love forsakes his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. > [Rosalind's ifadrígal.] creduli Hi« bed amid.it my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest :...

..." Rosalynd's Madrigal," and are not unworthy of a place even in a page devoted to Shakspeare : — Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet :...And yet he robs me of my rest Ah, wanton, will ye? And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes a pillow of my knee The livelong night....

...his heavenly fires, And at her eyes his brand doth light. [Rosalind'! Madrigal.] Love in my boscm, ingency. Pious spirits, who passed their days in ! And if I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee, The live-long...