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Thy clownish fhape a coined thew.
But wherefore dost thou weepe? 'The shepheard wept, and the was woe,
And both doe filence keepe.
“ In troth, quoth he, I am not such,
" As seeming I professe : 66 But then for her, and now for thee,
“ I from myselfe digreffe.
“ Her loved I (wretch that I am
66 A recreant to be) 66 I loved her, that hated love,
6 But now I die for thee.
6 At Kirkland is my fathers court,
6 And Curan is my name, 66 In Edels court sometimes in pompe,
66 Till love countrould the fame :
“ But now-what now?-_deare heart, how now? 66 What ailest thou to weepe ?"
280 The damfell wept, and he was woe,
And both did silence keepe.
I graunt, quoth me, it was too much
did love so much :
Your second love doth touch,
They sweetly surfeiting in joy,
And silent for a space,
Did tenderly imbrace;
Got fitting time and place.
Not England (for of Hengist then
Was named so this land)
His force could none withstand:
Had higher things in hand,
First, making knowne his law full claime
In Argentile her right,
Bernicia * too in fight:
And fo from trecherous Edel tooke
At once his life and crowne,
* Sol11912 uitleerd.
* * During
* * During the Saxon heptarchy, the kingdom of Northumberland (con/ising of o northern counties, besides part of Scotland) was for a long time divided into trou lefjer so vereiguties, viz. Deira (called here Diria) which contained the southern parts, and Bernicia, comprehending those which lay ndith.
Only the three first stanzas of this song are ancient; these are exti acted from a small quarto MS. in the Editor's pof. Jeflion, written in the time of 2. Elizabeth. As they seemed to want application, this has been attempted by a modern band.
Whither wilt thou drive thy flocke?
Full of danger is the rocke :
Wolfes and beares doe kepe the woodes;
Forests tangled are with brakes :
Moores are full of miry lakes.
Yet to shun all plaine, and hill,
Forest, moore, and meadow-ground,
then reliefe be found ?
Such is hapless Corins fate :
Since my waywarde love begunne, Equall doubts begett debate
What to seeke, and what to shunne.
Spare to speke, and spare to speed;
Yet to speke will move disdaine : If I see her not I bleed,
Yet her fight augments my paine.
Is the lover's sharpest hell.
J A N E S HOR E.
Though so many vulgar err«rs have prevailed concerning this celebrated courtezan, no character in history has been more perfectly handed down to us. We bave her portrait drawn by two masierly pens; the one has delineated the features of her person. the other those of her charafler and story. Sir Ihomas Vore drezy from the life, and Drayton has copied an original picture of ber. The reader will pardon the length of the quotations, as they serve to correct many popular mistakes relating to her catastrophe. The first is froin Sir Thomas More's hifiory of Rich. III. auritien in 1513, about thirty years after the death of Edw. IV.
“ Now then by and by, as it ever for anger, not for cove
tise, the protector sent into the house of Shores wife (for “ her husband dwelled not with her) and spoiled her of al that
ever she had, (above the value of 2 or 3 thousand marks) “ and sent her body to prison. And when he had a while laide
unto her, for the maner Jake, that she went about to bewitch “ him, and that she was of counsel with the lord chamberlein
to defroy him: in conclufion when that no colour could fal
ten upon these matters, then he layd heinously to her charge " the thing that herfelfe could not deny, that al the world wijt
was true, and that natheles every ma: laughed at to here " it then fo jodainly fo highly taken,--that be was naught " of ber body. And for thys cause (as a goodly continent
prince, clene and faurlif: of himself, sent oute of heaven into " this vicious world for the amendment of mens maners) be "caufed the bishop of London to put her to open pennance, go
ing before the crade in procession upon a fonday with a taper