My gayest gelding I thee gave,

To ride wherever liked thee;
No lady ever was so brave:

And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

My men were clothed all in green,

And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen:

And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

They set thee up, they took thee down,
They served thee with humility;

Thy foot might not once touch the ground:
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

For every morning, when thou rose,
I sent thee dainties, orderly,
To cheer thy stomach from all woes:
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily.

Thy music, still to play and sing:

And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

And who did pay for all this gear,

That thou didst spend when pleased thee?

Iven I that am rejected here,

And thou disdainest to love me!

Greensleeves, &c.

Well! I will pray to God on high,

That thou my constancy mayst see, And that, yet once before I die,

Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me!

Greensleeves, &c.

Greensleeves, now farewell! adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee !
For I am still thy lover true :

Come once again and love me!
Greensleeves, &c.

THE ANGLER'S WISH.

By Izaak Walton.

IN these flowery meads would be; These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise,

I with my angle would rejoice;

Sit here and see the turtle-dove

Court his chaste mate to acts of love;

Or on that bank feel the west wind
Breathe health and plenty : please my mind,
To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers,
And then wash'd off by April showers;
Here, hear my Kenna sing a song;
There, see a blackbird feed her young.

Or a laverock build her nest:
Here, give my weary spirits rest,

And raise my low-pitched thoughts above
Earth, or what poor mortals love:

Thus, free from law-suits and the noise
Of princes' courts, I would rejoice.

Or, with my Bryan and a book,
Loiter long days near Shawford brook;
There sit by him, and eat my meat,
There see the sun both rise and set,
There bid good morning to next day,
There meditate my time away,

And angle on; and beg to have
A quiet passage to a welcome grave.