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My plaint, ye lases, with this burden aid, 'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid.
Ah! didit thou know what proffers I withstood, 75 When late I met the Squire in yonder wood ! To me he sped, regardless of his game, While all my cheek was glowing red with shame ; My lip he kiss'd, and prais'd my healthful look, Then from his purse of filk a Guinea took,
So Into my hand he forc'd the tempting gold, While I with modest struggling broke his hold. He swore that Dick in liv'ry strip'd with lace, Should wed me foon to keep me from Disgrace.; But I nor footman priz'd, nor golden fee, For what is lace or gold compar'd to thee?
My plaint, ye laffes, with this burden aid, Tis hard so true a damfel dies a maid.
Now plain I ken whence Love his rise begun, Sure he was born some bloody butcher's son.
89. To ken. Scire Chaucero, so ken, and Kende norus A. S. cunnan Gath, Kunnan, Germanis Kennen, Danis Kiende.
Bred up in fhambles, where our younglings slain,
My plaint, ye laffes, with this burden aid, 'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid.
Farewel, ye woods, ye meads, ye streams that flow ; A sudden death shall rid me of my woe. This penknife keen my windpipe shall divide, What, shall I fall as squeaking pigs have dy'd! No To fome tree this carcase I'll suspend. But worrying curs find such untimely end !
Ifandis Kunna. Belgis Kennen. This word is of general
Nunc fcio quid fit Amor, &c.
I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool
Ye laffes, cease your burden, cease to moan, And, by my case forewarn’d, go mind your own.
The sun was set; the night came on apace,
S P E L L.
OBNELIA, seated in a dreary vale,
I rue the Day, a rueful day I trow, The woful day, a day indeed of woe !
When Lubberkin to town his cattle drove,
With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
When first the year, I heard the cuckow sing,
Line 8. Dight or bedight, from the Saxon word dightan, wbicb figo
nifies to set in order. 21 Doff and don, contracted from ibe words do off and do on.