"Thou thynkest I shall dye to-daie: I have beene dede 'till nowe, And soone shall lyve to weare a crowne For aie uponne my browe; "Whylst thou, perhapps, for som few yeares, 125 Shalt rule thys fickle lande, To lett them knowe howe wyde the rule 'Twixt kynge and tyrant hande. "Thye pow'r unjust, thou traytour slave, Shall falle onne thye owne hedde” 130 Beholde the manne! hee spake the truthe: 140 "Soe lett hym die!" Duke Richard sayde; "And maye echone oure foes Bende downe theyre neckes to bloudie axe And nowe the horses gentlie drewe 145 Syr Charles uppe the hyghe hylle; The axe dydd glysterr ynne the sunne, Syrr Charles dydd uppe the scaffold goe 150 Of victorye, bye val'rous chiefs Gayned ynne the bloudie warre. Thenne hee, wyth preestes, uponne hys knees, And grante hee maye, wyth Bawdin's soule, 180 By 1668. 1772. THE ACCOUNTE OF W. CANYNGES FEAST Thorowe the halle the belle han sounde; Byelecoyle doe the Grave beseeme; The ealdermenne doe sytte arounde, Syche coyne theie ate; the minstrels plaie, Butte nodde yer thankes ande falle aslape. Thus echone daie bee I to deene, Gyf Rowley, Iscamm, or Tyb. Gorge's be ne seene. 1777. 5 ΙΟ MYNSTRELLES SONGE FYRSTE MYNSTRELLE The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte; The evenynge commes, and brynges the dewe alonge; 5 ΙΟ SECONDE MYNSTRELLE So Adam thoughtenne, whann, ynn Paradyse, All Heavenn and Erthe dyd hommage to hys mynde; Ynn Womman alleyne mannès pleasaunce lyes; 15 THYRDE MYNSTRELLE Whanne Autumpne blake and sonne-brente doe appere, With hys goulde honde guylteynge the falleynge lefe, 20 Bryngeynge oppe Wynterr to folfylle the yere, Beerynge uponne hys backe the ripèd shefe; Whan al the hyls wythe woddie sede ys whyte; Whanne levynne-fyres and lemes do mete from far the syghte; Whann the fayre apple, rudde as even skie, 25 Meethynckes mie hartys joie ys steynced wyth somme care. 30 SECONDE MYNSTRELLE Angelles bee wrogte to bee of neidher kynde; Wommen bee made, notte for hemselves, botte manne, 35 40 Albeytte wythout wommen menne were pheeres Go, take thee swythyn to thie bedde a wyfe; Bee bante or blessed hie yn proovynge marryage lyfe. By 1668. 1777. O, SYNGE UNTOE MIE ROUNDELAIE O, synge untoe mie roundelaie! O, droppe the brynie teare wythe mee! Lycke a reynynge ryver bee: Mie love ys dedde, Gon to hys death-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree. 5 Blacke hys cryne as the wyntere nyghte, 10 Rodde hys face as the mornynge lyghte; Gon to hys deathe-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree. Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note, O hee lyes bie the wyllowe tree: Gonne to hys deathe-bedde, Alle underre the wyllowe tree. Harke! the ravenne flappes hys wynge, In the briered delle belowe; 155 20 Harke! the dethe-owle loude dothe synge, To the nyghte-mares as heie goe: Mie love ys dedde, Gonne to hys deathe-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree. See! the whyte moone sheenes onne hie; Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie, Whyterre yanne the evenynge cloude: Gon to hys deathe-bedde, Al under the wyllowe tree. |