Tis now dead night, and not a light on earth
Or starre in heaven doth shine:
Let now a mother mourne the noblest birth
That ever was both mortall and divine.
O sweetnesse peerelesse! more then humane grace!
O flowry beauty! O untimely death!
Now, Musicke, fill this place
With thy most dolefull breath:
O singing wayle a fate more truely funerall
Then when with all his sonnes the sire of Troy did fall.

Sleepe Joy, dye Mirth, and not a smile be seene,
Or shew of harts content:
For never sorrow neerer touch't a QUEENE,

You wonder Who this Thing has writ,
So full of Fibs, so void of Wit?
Lord! never ask who thus could serve ye?
Who can it be but Fibster H[erve]y.

The play full smiles around the dimpled mouth
That happy air of Majesty and Youth.
So would I draw (but oh, 'tis vain to try
My narrow Genius does the power deny)
The Equal Lustre of the Heavenly mind
Where every Grace with every Virtue's join'd
Learning not vain, and wisdom not severe
With Greatness easy, and with wit sincere.
With Just Description shew the Soul Divine
And the whole Princesse in my work should shine.

Gilded hummingbirds are whizzing
Through the palace garden,
Deceived by the jade petals
Of the Emperor's jewel-trees.

1
O'er Ice the rapid Skaiter flies,
With Sport above and Death below;
Where Mischief lurks in gay Disguise,
Thus lightly touch and quickly go.

2
O'er crackling ice, o'er gulphs profound,
With nimble glide the skaiters play;
O'er treacherous pleasure's flow'ry ground
Thus lightly skim, and haste away.

Wear the Gown, and wear the Hat,
Snatch your pleasures while they last;
Hadst thou nine Lives like a Cat,
Soon those nine Lives would be past.

The gray night falls
And rises high some smoke—
A black, black line against the sky.
A white star shines from out the mists
And smiles upon the bleeding hearts of men.

I would not go to old Joe's house,
Tell you the reason why,
I can't get around his garden spot,
For tearing down all his rye.

Round and round all, old Joe Clark,
Round and round, I say,
He'll foller me ten thousand miles,
To hear my fiddle play.

Old Joe's got an old red cow,
I know her by the bell.
If she ever gits in my cornfield,
I'll shoot her shore as Hell.

Round and round all, old Joe Clark,
Round and round, I say,
Round and round, old Joe Clark,
I ain't got long to stay.

When Israel was in Egypt's land,
O let my people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand,
O let my people go!

O go down, Moses
Away down to Egypt's land,
And tell King Pharaoh,
To let my people go!

Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said,
O let my people go!
If not, I'll smite your first born dead,
O let my people go!

No more shall they in bondage toil,
O let my people go!
Let them come out with Egypt's spoil,
O let my people go!

Then Israel out of Egypt came,
O let my people go!

Somewhere the deer lies on the ground, I think; I walk about.
Awake, arise, stand up!
It is raising up its head, I believe; I walk about.
Awake, arise, stand up!
It attempts to rise, I believe; I walk about.
Awake, arise, stand up!
Slowly it raises its body, I think; I walk about.
Awake, arise, stand up!
It has now risen on its feet, I presume; I walk about.
Awake, arise, stand up!