"Wae worth the daye! That verie wreathe, "Which with a lovinge vowe "This morne I gave her, I behelde, "Ere noone, on Edwin's brow. "When as thee tooke it fweete fhee fmil'd, "Yet could fhee from it parte ? "Sae proude, methought, hee taunted mee, "Fu' deepe it irk'd my hearte. "And irk'd be ftille this cruel hearte! "Oh! had yee feene the wounde, "And had yee feene the ftreaminge blude, "How fafte it ftain'd the grounde! "And had yee feene her fickninge eye, "How fore it foughte reliefe! "And had yee feene her bodie finke, "And irk'd be flille this cruel hearte, Alleyne, my friend, yee grieve my foule, Sine fhee is gone, that fairest faire, But who alonge yon cypreffe-pathe Is ledde fae heavilie? Ah! mee! my Alleyne deere, it is- And, ah! how fadde yon virgins looke, With fuche a looke as mothers aft "I marvelle not," fhee faintlie cried, "Sette, fette your troubled minde at ease, "Could yee, fuch-vowes as I have vow'd, "Deeme I could faithlelle bee? "The bloffome to the breathe of springe "Was fcant fae true as mee. That wreathe, which yee this morne did fee "Sae trimme on Edwyn's browe, "Edwyn's ain fpitefu' hande had wroughte, "And Edwin weares it nowe. "When love yée breathe, yee fickle menne "Been fmoothe as fummer-wave; "But when with jealoufie yee fwelle, "As winter-ftorme yee rave. "Rafhe manne! ah! how by jealoufic "To hie to this your friend's abode, Can yee not pardon the high faulte And fhalle the bridal-knotte be tyed, "The brydal-knotte canne ne'er be tyed, "For I to Chrifte a vowe have made, "And kepte that vowe fhalle bee, "That manne nae mair fhalle vexe my hearte, "Nae mair fhalle trouble mee. "That ftraite I wille myfel betake "Unto a nunnerie, "In faste and prayre to ende my dayes "And kepte that vowe fhalle bee. "Go yee, and feeke a fairer bride, "And live in pleafaunce gaye, "While to the houfe of godlineffe "I take myfel awaye.” Naye, doe nae wende yee quite awaye, "She's gane."-He heav'd a deepe-drawne figh, And never rofe againe. S 2 THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER. A N old fong made by an aged old pate, Ofan old worshipful gentleman, who had a greate That kept a brave old houfe at a bountiful rate, And the queen's old courtier. With an old lady, whofe anger one word affwages; Hee every quarter paid his old fervants their wages, And never knew what belong'd to coachmen, footmen, nor pages, But kept twenty old fellows with blue coats and badges; Like an old courtier, &c. With an old fludy fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks, With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen, that maintain'd half a dozen old cooks; Like an old courtier, &c. With an old hall, hung about with pikes, guns, and bows, With old fwords, and bucklers, that had borne many fhrewd blows, |