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Nowe understande;—to Westmarlande, which is myne

herytage, I wyll you bringe; and with a rynge, by way of ma

ryage I wyll you take, and lady make, as shortely as I can : Thus haye ye won an erlys son, and not a banyshed

man.

B.

Here may ye se, that women be, in love, meke, kynde,

and stable : Late never man reprove them than, .......... But, rather, pray God, that we may to them be com

fortable, Which sometyme proved such as he loved, yf they be

charytable. Forsoth, men wolde that women sholde be meke to

them ech one ; Moche more ought they to God obey, and serve but

hym alone.

HENRY

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UPON THE MODEL OF THE NUT-BROWN MAID.

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THOU, to whose eyes I bend, at whose command

(Though low my voice, though artless be my hand)
I take the sprightly reed, and fing, and play ;.
Careless of what the censuring world may say:
Bright Cloe, object of my constant vow,
Wilt thou awhile unbend thy serious brow?
Wilt thou with pleasure hear thy lover's strains,
And with one heavenly smile o'erpay his pains ?
No longer shall the Nut-brown Maid be old;
Though fince her youth three hundred years have rollid:
At thy desire, the shall 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 fex pursue,
Who change the constant lover for the new.
Whatever has been writ, whatever said,
Of female passion feign'd, or faith decay'd :
Henceforth shall in my verse refuted ftand,
Be faid to winds, or writ upon the fand.

And,

And, while my notes to future times proclaim
Unconquer'd love and ever-during flame ;
O fairest of the sex! be thou my Muse :
Deign on my work thy influence to diffuse.
Let me partake the blessings I rehearse,
And grant me, Love, the just reward of verse !

As Beauty's potent queen, with every grace
That once was Emma's, has adorn'd thy face ;
And as her son has to my bosom dealt
That constant flame, which faithful Henry felt :
O let the story with thy life agree :
Let men once more the bright example fee ; .
What Emma was to him, be thou to me.
Nor send me by thy frown from her I love,
Distant and sad, a banish'd man to rove.
But oh! with pity long-intreated crown
My pains and hopes; and, when thou say'st that one
Of all mankind thou lov'st, oh! think on me alone.)

WHERE beauteous Isis and her husband Tame
With mingled 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 successful care
Led his free Britons to the Gallic war;
This lord bad 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 enlarg'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 noisy court,
In honourable ease and rural sport,
The remnant of his days he safely past;
Nor found they lagg’d too slow, nor flew too fast.
He made his wish with his estate comply,
Joyful to live, yet not afraid to die.

One child he had, a daughter chaste and fair,
His age's comfort, and his fortune's heir.
They call?d her Emma; for the beauteous dame,
Who gave the Virgin birth, had bornie 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 still they please, 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 increas’d;
Through all the isle her beauty was confess’d.
Oh! what perfections must that Virgin share,
Who fairest is esteem'd, where all are fair!
From distant shires repair the noble youth,
And find report for once had lefsen'd truth.
By wonder first, and then by passion mov’d,
They came ; they saw; they marveld; and they lov'd.

By

By public praises, and by secret sighs,
Each own'd the general power of Emma's eyes.
In tilts and tournaments the valiant strove
By glorious deeds to purchase Emma's love.
In gentle verse the witty told their flame,
And grac'd their choicest fongs with Emma's name,
In vain they combated, in vain they writ:
Useless their strength, and impotent their wit..
Great Venus only must direct the dart,
Which else will never reach the fair-one's heart,
Spite of th' attempts of force, and soft effects of art. J
Great Venus must prefer the happy one :
In Henry's cause her favour must be shown :
And Emma, of mankind, must love but him alone.

While these in public to the castle came,
And by their grandeur justified their flame;
More fecret ways the careful Henry takes;
His squires, his arms, and equipage forsakes :
In borrow'd name and falfe attire array'd,
Oft' he finds means to see the beauteous maid.

When Emma hunts, in huntsman's habit drest,
Henry on foot pursues the bounding beast.
In his right hand his beechen pole he bears :
And graceful at his side his horn he wears.
Still to the glade, where she has bent her way,
With knowing kill he drives the future prey ;
Bids her decline the hill, and shun the brake ;
And shews the path her steed may safest take ;
Direets her spear to fix the glorious wound;
Pleas’d in his toils to have her triumph crown'd;
And blows her praises in no common sound.

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