Another fayrer than c'er Ye were§

I dare it well avowe:

And of You bothe, Eche fhulde be wrothe

Wyth other, as I trowe.

It were myn Efe, to lyve in Pefe:
So wyl I, yf I can :
Wherefore I to the Wode wyl go,
Alone, a banishyd Man.

WOMAN

Though in the Wode, I undirftode,

Ye had a Paramour;

All this may nought remove my Thought,
But that I will be Your.

And She fhall fynde Me foft and kynde,
And curteis every hour; ́

Glad to fulfylle all that She wylle

Commaunde Me to my Pow't.

For had Ye loo, an hundred moo;
Yet wolde I be that One:

For in my mynde, of al Mankynde,
I love but You alone.

MAN.

Myne own dere Love, I fee the Prove,
That Ye be kynde and trewe;

Of Mayde and Wyf, in al my Lyf,

The best that ever I knew.

Be merry and glad; be no more fad

The cafe is chaunged newes

For it were Ruthe, that for your Trouth,

Ye fhuld have cause to rewc.

Be not dismayed; whatsoever I fayd

To you when I began:

I wyl not to the grene Wode go;
I am no banishyd Man.

WOMAN.

Theis tidingis be more glad to me,
Than to be made a Quêne ;

Yf I were fure, they should endure :
But it is often seen,

When Men wyl breke Promyfe, they speke
The Wordis on the Splene.

Ye fhall not nede further to drede :
I wyl not difparage

You. God defende; fyth you defcende

Of fo grete a Lynage.
Now understande, to Weftmerlande,

Whiche is my Herytage,

I wyl you bringe; and with a Rynge,
By wey of Maryage

I wyl you take, and Lady make,

As fhortly as I can.

Thus have ye wone an Erlie's Son,'

And not a banifhyd Man,

HENRY

HENRY and EMMA,

A

POEM,

Upon the Model of

The NUT-BROWN MAID.

T

TO CLO E.

HOU, to whofe Eyes I bend; at whofe Command,
(Tho' low my Voice, tho' artless be my Hand)

I take the sprightly Reed, and fing, and play;
Careless of what the cens'ring World may fay:
Bright CLOE, Object of my conftant Vow,
Wilt thou a while unbend thy serious Brow?
Wilt thou with Pleasure hear thy Lover's Strains,
And with one Heav'nly Smile o'erpay his Pains?
No longer fhall the Nut-brown Maid be old;

Tho' fince her Youth three hundred Years have roll'd,
At Thy Defire, She fhall again be rais'd;

And her reviving Charms, in lasting Verse be prais'd.
No longer Man of Woman fhall complain,
That he may Love, and not be Lov'd again :
That We in vain the fickle Sex pursue,
Who change the Conftant Lover for the New.
Whatever has been writ, whatever faid
Of Female Paffion feign'd, or Faith decay'd;

Henceforth

Henceforth fhall in my Verfe refuted stand,

Be faid to Winds, or writ upon the Sand.
And while my Notes to future Times proclaim
Unconquer❜d Love, and ever-during Flame;
O faireft of the Sex! be Thou my Mufe:
Deign on my Work thy Influence to diffuse.
Let me partake the Bleffings I rehearse;
And grant me Love, the juft Reward of Verse.

As Beauty's potent Queen, with ev'ry Grace
That once was EMMA's, has adorn'd thy Face;
And as Her Son has to My Bofom dealt
That conftant Flame, which faithful HENRY felt:
O let the Story with Thy Life agrée;

Let Men once more the bright Example fee;
What EMMA was to Him, be Thou to Me.
Nor fend Me by thy Frown from Her I love,
Distant and fad, a banifh'd Man to rove.

But oh! with Pity long intreated Crown

My Pains and Hopes; and when thou fay'ft that One
Of all Mankind thou lov'ft; Oh! think on Me alone.

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WHERE beauteous Isis and her Husband TAME

With mingl❜d Waves for ever flow the Same,
In Times of Yore an ancient Baron liv'd;
Great Gifts bestow'd, and great Respect receiv'd.

When dreadful EDWARD with fuccessful Care
Led his free BRITONS to the GALLIC War;
This Lord had Headed his appointed Bands,
In firm Allegiance to his King's Commands;
And (all due Honours faithfully discharg'd)
Had brought back his Paternal Coat inlarg'd

With

With a new Mark, the Witness of his Toil,
And no inglorious Part of Foreign Spoil.
From the loud Camp retir'd, and noify Court,
In Honorable Eafe and Rural Sport,

The Remnant of his Days He fafely past;

Nor found they Lagg'd too flow, nor Flew too fast.
He made his Wish with his Estate comply,
Joyful to Live, yet not afraid to Dye.

One Child He had, a Daughter chast and fair,
His Age's Comfort, and his Fortune's Heir.
They call'd her EM MA; for the beauteous Dame
Who gave the Virgin Birth, had born the Name.
The Name th' indulgent Father doubly lov'd;
For in the Child the Mother's Charms improv'd,
Yet as when little round his Knees She play'd;
He call'd her oft in Sport His Nut-brown Maid:
The Friends and Tenants took the fondling Word;
As ftill they pleafe, who imitate their Lord:
Ufage confirm'd what Fancy had begun:

The mutual Terms around the Lands were known;
And EMMA and the Nut-brown Maid were One.

As with her Stature, still her Charms encreas'd;
Thro' all the Isle her Beauty was confefs'd.

Oh! what Perfections must that Virgin share,
Who fairest is esteem'd, where all are Fair?
From diftant Shires repair the noble Youth,
And find, Report for once had lessen'd Truth.
By Wonder first, and then by Passion mov❜d,
They came; they faw; they marvell'd; and they lov'd..
By public Praises, and by fecret Sighs

Each own'd the gen'ral Pow'r of EMMA's Eyes...