And zees get a grein sey apron, And waiftcote o' London broun; And wow bot ze will be vaporing Quhaneer ze gang to the toun.. Ime yong and flout, my Marion, Ife een gae draw up wi' Jeane. And kirkle oth cramafie; And fune as my chin has nae haire on,. I fall cum weft, and see zee. THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE. I Lothe that I did love, In youth that I thought fwete: As tyme requires for my behove, For age with ftealing steps, Hath clawed me with his crowch, And lufty life away fhe leapes, A sthere had ben none fuch. My mufe doth not delight Me as fhe did before, My hand and pen are not in plight, For reafon me denyes This youthly ydle rime, The wrinkles in my brow, Say, limping age will lodge him now, The harbinger of death, To me I fee him ride, The cough, the colde, the gasping breath, Doth bid me to provy de A pikeax and a spade, And eke a fhrowding fhete, A howfe of clay for to be made, For fuch a gueft moft mete. Me thinkes I heare the clarke, That knowles the careful knell, And bids me leave my woful warke, My keepers knit the knot, That youth did laugh to skorne, Of me that clene fhal be forgot, As I had not been borne. Thus must I youth geve up, Lo here the bar-hed skull, By whofe balde figne I know, That flouping age away fhall pull, Which youthful yeres did fow. For beauty with her band, Thefe croked cares hath wrought, And shipped me into the lande, From whence I first was brought, And ye that byde behinde, A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE. HERE gripinge grefes the hart would wounde, There muficke with her filver found Swete muficke hathe a falve in store.. In joye yt maks our mirthe abounde, The Gods by muficke have theire prayse, In feas, whom pyrats would deftroy, O heavenly gyft, that rules the mynd, To comforte manne, whom cares would nippe! GENTLE HERDSMAN, TELL TO ME. G Entle herdsman, tell to me, Unto the towne of Walfingham "Unto the towne of Walfingham Were the miles doubled thrife, Itt were not enough for mine offence; |