1. The following extracts illustrate the growth of the English lyric from earliest times. Arrange the passages approximately in order of development, adding dates when it seems possible. Write a note on the style of each, and point out in what respects it is typical of its author or period. (1) Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art’s hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. JONSON, _Epicene_ (2) Son icche herde that mirie note Thider I drogh; I fond her in an herber swot Under a bough With joie enough. Son I asked: “Thou mirie mai Hwi sinkestou ai?” _Nou sprinkes the sprai, All for love icche am so seek That slepen I ne mai._ _Old Song_ (3) A blissful life thou says I lead; Thou wouldest know thereof the stage. Thou wost well when thy Perle con schede, I was full young and tender of age; But my Lord the Lomb, through his God-hede, He took myself to his maryage, Coround me queen in bliss to brede[111] In length of dayes that ever shall wage. And seised in all his heritage His lef[112] is; I am wholly his; His praise, his price, and his parage Is root and ground of all my bliss. _Pearl_ (4) Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers? O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content! Swim’st thou in wealth, yet sink’st in thine own tears? O punishment! Then he that patiently want’s burden bears No burden bears, but is a king, a king! O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny! DEKKER, _Sweet Content_