26. I will you bring; and with a ring, I will you take, and lady make, Thus have you won an Earles son, Here may ye see that women be But rather pray God that we may Which sometime proveth such as He loveth, For sith men would that women should Much more ought they to God obey, As ye came from the Holy Land AS ye came from the holy land Met you not with my true love How should I know your true love, That have met many a one As I came from the holy land, 16th Cent. She is neither white nor brown, But as the heavens fair; There is none hath her form divine In the earth or the air. Such a one did I meet, good sir, Such an angelic face, Who like a nymph, like a queen, She hath left me here alone All alone, as unknown, Who sometime did me lead with herself, What's the cause that she leaves you alone And a new way doth take, That sometime did love you as her own, I have loved her all my youth, Know that Love is a careless child, His desire is a dureless content, And a trustless joy; He is won with a world of despair, 27. 28. Of womenkind such indeed is the love, But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, The Lover in Winter Plaineth for the Spring 16th Cent. (?) WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow Balow BALOW, my babe, lie still and sleep! 16th Cent. It grieves me sore to see thee weep. When he began to court my love, But now I see most cruellye Lie still, my darling, sleep awhile, To cozen maids: nay, God forbid ! I cannot choose but ever will But do not, do not, pretty mine, And never change her for a new: Bairn, by thy face I will beware; 29. Farewell, farewell, the falsest youth I wish all maids be warn'd by me For if we do but chance to bow, The Old Cloak 16th Cent. (?) HIS winter's weather it waxeth cold, THIS And frost it freezeth on every hill, Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life! He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte? It is so bare and over worn, A crickè thereon cannot renn. For I'll have a new cloak about me. She. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow: She has helped us to butter and cheese, I trow, 39. flyte] scold. |