The variations from the version of 1599 are few, the only important one being “ren[e]ging” for “renying.” The latter has no meaning; _the former is used twice in the plays._ The only question in regard to the authorship of this poem is, whether Shakspere or “Ignoto” wrote it. The next poem printed in the “Helicon” is a part of No.xxi of the “Passionate Pilgrim.”: [32] Another of the Same Shepherds. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow and plants did spring; Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean’d her breast against a thorn; And there sung the dolefull’st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry; Teru, teru! by and by; That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah! thought I, thou mourn’st in vain! None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless beasts they will not cheer thee: King Pandion he is dead; All thy friends are lapp’d in lead; All thy fellow birds do sing, Careless of thy sorrowing! Even so, poor bird, like thee, None alive will pity me. Finis. Ignoto. The last two lines, Mr. Halliwell-Phillipps says, are new ones added to the first twenty-six in “The Passionate Pilgrim.” Our own edition of the latter has those two lines, and the only variation is in the tenth line—“up-till” for “against.” There are thirty lines more in our edition. But we have another version of the whole, omitting the aforesaid two lines and a subsequent couplet. This version, curiously enough, is [33] Leaded “Address to the Nightingale,” and is credited to Richard Barnfield, “about 1610.” (Encyc. of Poetry No. 121.) In 1598 it is said that the first twenty-six lines of this idyl appeared in an appendix to Barnfield’s “Encomium in 1599 it reappeared enlarged to twice the length and was credited to Shakspere; in 1600 the first twenty-eight lines were republished in “England’s Helicon” and subscribed “Ignoto.” We now transcribe from the “Helicon,” No. xx of “The Passionate Pilgrim” much amended and enlarged: The Passionate Shepherd to his love. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, [and] hills and fields, Woods, or steeple mountains yields.(1)