LYE, Philo, untouch'd on my peaceable shelf; Nor take it amifs, that fo little I heed thee: I've no envy to thee, and fome love to my self: Then why should I anfwer; fince first I must read thee? Drunk with Helicon's waters and double brew'd bub, Pursue me with fatyr: what harm is there in't? ON ON THE SAME PERSON. WHILE, fafter than his coftive brain indites, Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes; 46 QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE QUÆRERE.' FOR what to-morrow shall disclose, May spoil what you to-night propose: BE E it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women do complayne; Affyrmynge this-how that it is a labour spent in vayne, To love them wele; for never a dele thy love a man agayne: For late a man do what he can, theyr favour to at tayne, Yet, This ancient poem was originally printed in an old black letter book, intitled, THE CUSTOMES OF LONDON OR ARNOLDE'S CHRONICLE, which Mr. Capell fuppofes appeared about the year 1521. According to that gentleman's opinion-" It was certainly written in the beginning "of the fixteenth century, and not fooner: the curious in "these matters, who fhall conceive a doubt of what is here "afferted thro' remembrance of what he has feen advanced by "a poet Yet, yf a newe do them pursue, theyr fyrft true lover than Laboureth for nought; for from her thought he is a banyshed man. B. I fay, nat, nay, but that all day it is bothe writ and fayd, That womens fayth is, as who fayth, all utterly de cayed: But, nevertheleffe, ryght good wytnèffe in this cafe might be layed, That they love true, and continùe; recorde the notbrowne mayde; a poet of late days, is defired to look into the works of the "C great SIR THOMAS MORE, and particularly into a poem "that ftands at the head of them, and from thence receive "conviction; if fameness of rhymes, fameness of orthogra66 phy, and a very near affinity of words and phrafes be ca pable of giving it." THE POET OF LATE DAYS mentioned above, is certainly Mr. Prior, who in the edition of his poems published in 1718, had afferted it to have been written THREE HUNDRED YEARS SINCE. What led him to that mistaken notion, was probably a writer in THE MUSES MERCURY for June 1707, who conjectures that it was written about the year 1472. The fame writer fays, and the Ballad feems to confirm it, that the perfons reprefented are a young Lord, the Earl of Westmoreland's fon, and a lady of equal quality. The copy from which this poem hath hitherto been printed being very inaccurate, it is here given according to that published by Mr. Capell. Which, when her love came, her to prove, to her to make his mone, Wolde nat depart; for in her hart she loved but hym alone. A. Than betwayne us late us dyfcus what was all the manère Betwayne them two: we wyll alfo tell all the payne, and fere, That she was in: nowe I begyn, so that ye me anfwère ; Wherefore, all ye, that present be, I pray you give an ere: I am the knyght; I come by nyght, as fecret as I can; Sayinge, Alas, thus ftandeth the cafe, I am a banyshed man. B. And I your wyll for to fulfyll in this wyll nat refuse; Truftynge to fhewe in wordes fewe, that men have na yll ufe] (To theyr own fhame) women to blame, and causeleffe them accufe: Therfore to you I answere nowe, all women to ex cufe, Myne owne hart dere, with you what chere? I pray you, tell anone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. 1 |