It was a lover and his lass
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
If I did love you as my master's flame
Hey Robin, jolly Robin
Come away, come away, death
When that I was and a little tiny boy
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Take, O, take those lips away
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Sigh no more, ladies
Come unto these yellow sands
Full fathom five thy Father lies
Be not afeared; the isle is full of noises
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Our revels now are ended
How sweet the moonlight sleeps
Tell me where is fancy bred
When daffodils begin to peer
Now my fair'st friend
Will you buy any tape or lace for your cape?
When daisies pied and violets blue
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree
Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws
Under the greenwood tree
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
All the world's a stage
What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
Epilogue
It was a lover and his lass.